- 锡人
- ブリキ
- 틴맨
Tin Man
Specialist — operator.classBranch.alchemist
Can throw Alchemical Units to assist in combat
- CB30
- Ranged
- Debuff
- Support
Bonuses
[Code Name] Tin Man
[Gender] Male
[Combat Experience] Undisclosed
[Place of Birth] Undisclosed
[Date of Birth] Undisclosed
[Race] Undisclosed
[Height] 184cm
[Infection Status]
Medical tests have confirmed that (REDACTED)
[Gender] Male
[Combat Experience] Undisclosed
[Place of Birth] Undisclosed
[Date of Birth] Undisclosed
[Race] Undisclosed
[Height] 184cm
[Infection Status]
Medical tests have confirmed that (REDACTED)
[Physical Strength] Standard
[Mobility] Excellent
[Physical Resilience] ■■
[Tactical Acumen] Excellent
[Combat Skill] Excellent
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Flawed
[Mobility] Excellent
[Physical Resilience] ■■
[Tactical Acumen] Excellent
[Combat Skill] Excellent
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Flawed
Columbian detective and Maylander Foundation agent. Previously made contact with Rhodes Island at Trimounts.
While Rhodes Island has entered into formal cooperation with the Maylander Foundation, please note that Tin Man does not serve as their liaison, except in emergencies when the usual liaison is unavailable.
While Rhodes Island has entered into formal cooperation with the Maylander Foundation, please note that Tin Man does not serve as their liaison, except in emergencies when the usual liaison is unavailable.
Testing conducted jointly by the Medical and Engineering departments shows clear outlines of internal components, and no abnormal shadows have been detected. Originium particles in the transmission system have not shown abnormal signs of activity. At this time, this operator is believed to be (REDACTED)
[Exoskeleton-Originium Assimilation] 0%
Tin Man thoroughly cleaned himself of any dust before the examination.
[Oil Originium-Crystal Density] 0.007u/L
Tin Man's joints were thoroughly de-rusted, and an oil change performed before the examination.
So, is he Infected or not? And is that really what we're putting in the Physical Resilience section? Help me out here, Warfarin.
—Closure
You got a pen, you can write it yourself. You had a good time writing that crap up there, didn't you?
—Warfarin
[Exoskeleton-Originium Assimilation] 0%
Tin Man thoroughly cleaned himself of any dust before the examination.
[Oil Originium-Crystal Density] 0.007u/L
Tin Man's joints were thoroughly de-rusted, and an oil change performed before the examination.
So, is he Infected or not? And is that really what we're putting in the Physical Resilience section? Help me out here, Warfarin.
—Closure
You got a pen, you can write it yourself. You had a good time writing that crap up there, didn't you?
—Warfarin
Other than his unusual appearance, Tin Man seems to be the stereotypical Columbian detective: Sharp and astute, with the flexibility to deal with both clients and targets, children and adults alike via his signature polite and dapper demeanor.
However, do not let your guard down just because of his kindly manner and humorous tone. A short chat, a single note, or even a mere gaze is enough for him to deduce things like secret snack networks or discreet romances. He does not go about telling everyone, of course, but when he takes a few puffs on his pipe and looks at you through the smoke with a twinkle in his eye, know that he is keeping your secret for you.
He enjoys Columbian fast food, and is quite the connoisseur of luxuries.
The discerning eye will easily identify his pipe, a fine 1059 Fisher PFM, often seen in Wrankwood movies of retro style.
Tin Man is more than just an antique collector, however. The latest trends in Columbia quickly find their way to his desk. Most are gone in a matter of days, but some stand the test of time to become his favorites, like his new cane and shoes.
[Classified Log]
And this body that just got an overhaul. The head so looks much jollier now, doesn't it?
—Tin Man
However, do not let your guard down just because of his kindly manner and humorous tone. A short chat, a single note, or even a mere gaze is enough for him to deduce things like secret snack networks or discreet romances. He does not go about telling everyone, of course, but when he takes a few puffs on his pipe and looks at you through the smoke with a twinkle in his eye, know that he is keeping your secret for you.
He enjoys Columbian fast food, and is quite the connoisseur of luxuries.
The discerning eye will easily identify his pipe, a fine 1059 Fisher PFM, often seen in Wrankwood movies of retro style.
Tin Man is more than just an antique collector, however. The latest trends in Columbia quickly find their way to his desk. Most are gone in a matter of days, but some stand the test of time to become his favorites, like his new cane and shoes.
[Classified Log]
And this body that just got an overhaul. The head so looks much jollier now, doesn't it?
—Tin Man
An onboarding operator volunteered to be the test subject for the sensory and psychological aspects of Tin Man's abilities, under the close supervision of Operator Logos.
I fell to the ground before I could react. At least, that's what they told me, because I had no idea what happened. All I know is that I lost all my senses: sight, hearing, touch... even the sense of pain.
You might think it's for the better that I couldn't feel pain, but without your senses, you're a soul trapped in a prison, with nothing but numb silence and darkness... nothing but solitude.
I tried to think about something, anything, to fight the terror, but it's like falling into a bottomless pit... there's no foundation on which to even think. You just keep falling, falling...
You can't imagine the relief I felt when I finally heard someone ask me a question. I would have gladly revealed the name of my crush, if not for Logos' incantation.
—An Anonymous Operator
Besides his Originium Arts, Tin Man is accompanied by three 'friends' who also have bodies of metal. The hot dog is Larry, the donut is Curly, and the hamburger is Mo. They are always noisy and often get into trouble, but are surprisingly reliable when it comes to helping with Tin Man's work.
Yeah, like the time they tried to switch the tiles when we were teaching him how to play mahjong.
—Kroos
He has even sat down with the three of them to play four-man mahjong.
Don't treat them as Tin Man's subordinates, or they'll follow you everywhere, Big Larry crying in your left ear with his thick bass voice, Ol' Curly muttering incessantly in your right, and Lil' Mo trying to throw a lasso over your neck. Not to choke you, mind you, but enough to make you feel like you have cervical spondylosis.
—Lava
[Classified Log]
Like someone learning to talk again after being mute for many years, they're just learning to 'live' in their own way.
If you want to see another side of them, go find them when Tin Man is performing maintenance on his exoskeleton. There you will find three craftsmen hard at work. Perhaps not so skilled yet, but absolutely serious about their work.
I fell to the ground before I could react. At least, that's what they told me, because I had no idea what happened. All I know is that I lost all my senses: sight, hearing, touch... even the sense of pain.
You might think it's for the better that I couldn't feel pain, but without your senses, you're a soul trapped in a prison, with nothing but numb silence and darkness... nothing but solitude.
I tried to think about something, anything, to fight the terror, but it's like falling into a bottomless pit... there's no foundation on which to even think. You just keep falling, falling...
You can't imagine the relief I felt when I finally heard someone ask me a question. I would have gladly revealed the name of my crush, if not for Logos' incantation.
—An Anonymous Operator
Besides his Originium Arts, Tin Man is accompanied by three 'friends' who also have bodies of metal. The hot dog is Larry, the donut is Curly, and the hamburger is Mo. They are always noisy and often get into trouble, but are surprisingly reliable when it comes to helping with Tin Man's work.
Yeah, like the time they tried to switch the tiles when we were teaching him how to play mahjong.
—Kroos
He has even sat down with the three of them to play four-man mahjong.
Don't treat them as Tin Man's subordinates, or they'll follow you everywhere, Big Larry crying in your left ear with his thick bass voice, Ol' Curly muttering incessantly in your right, and Lil' Mo trying to throw a lasso over your neck. Not to choke you, mind you, but enough to make you feel like you have cervical spondylosis.
—Lava
[Classified Log]
Like someone learning to talk again after being mute for many years, they're just learning to 'live' in their own way.
If you want to see another side of them, go find them when Tin Man is performing maintenance on his exoskeleton. There you will find three craftsmen hard at work. Perhaps not so skilled yet, but absolutely serious about their work.
[Classified Log]
File ID: 1097*****
Level: Confidential
Incident resolved. Witnesses have been relocated.
File ID: 1054*****
Level: Confidential
Incident resolved. The leadership of Hercules Company attempting to contact Victoria were properly handled before the military's intervention. Any evidence linking us to Hercules has been removed. Recommend increased guidance and oversight of partners, and continued monitoring of possible Victorian or military response.
File ID: 1020*****
Level: None
To Maylander Selene,
On the matter of the Child Rights Protection Foundation, I am in full agreement with you.
As for the position of chairman of the Historical Association, I must respectfully decline; while I have nothing against administrative work, I am loathe to allow anything to get in the way of my field work. Besides, were I to sit on that chair, there is no telling when I'd be able to get off it.
Your loyal servant, Tin Man
File ID: 0920*****
Level: Top Secret
The craftsmen of Iberia are friendly, but arrogant. They certainly have reason to be proud of their shipbuilding skills, but there has been little progress since my last visit, and yet they sit on their laurels, believing that they have achieved perfection.
My attempt to sail out to sea was once again abortive. A ship's body is a bad idea; I could do little but spin in place once I reached the blue ocean. The waves were rough, and I would have vomited quite a bit of oil, if I were able to get seasick.
What are you reading, Doctor?
...Good work. He's starting to trust you.
You should look forward to when he comes to you for a chat on his own initiative. Enviable, isn't it? Hearing history straight from the mouth of the Maylander Library—half of it, at least. That's how much of their collection he's seen with his own eyes.
Oh, I know he didn't give me permission to read it, but there's no need to try to block me. You may have forgotten, but did you think he wouldn't remember the K'uk'ulkan on Rhodes Island who once knocked his head off? What, you think he might have? Tsk, you're mean.
File ID: 1097*****
Level: Confidential
Incident resolved. Witnesses have been relocated.
File ID: 1054*****
Level: Confidential
Incident resolved. The leadership of Hercules Company attempting to contact Victoria were properly handled before the military's intervention. Any evidence linking us to Hercules has been removed. Recommend increased guidance and oversight of partners, and continued monitoring of possible Victorian or military response.
File ID: 1020*****
Level: None
To Maylander Selene,
On the matter of the Child Rights Protection Foundation, I am in full agreement with you.
As for the position of chairman of the Historical Association, I must respectfully decline; while I have nothing against administrative work, I am loathe to allow anything to get in the way of my field work. Besides, were I to sit on that chair, there is no telling when I'd be able to get off it.
Your loyal servant, Tin Man
File ID: 0920*****
Level: Top Secret
The craftsmen of Iberia are friendly, but arrogant. They certainly have reason to be proud of their shipbuilding skills, but there has been little progress since my last visit, and yet they sit on their laurels, believing that they have achieved perfection.
My attempt to sail out to sea was once again abortive. A ship's body is a bad idea; I could do little but spin in place once I reached the blue ocean. The waves were rough, and I would have vomited quite a bit of oil, if I were able to get seasick.
What are you reading, Doctor?
...Good work. He's starting to trust you.
You should look forward to when he comes to you for a chat on his own initiative. Enviable, isn't it? Hearing history straight from the mouth of the Maylander Library—half of it, at least. That's how much of their collection he's seen with his own eyes.
Oh, I know he didn't give me permission to read it, but there's no need to try to block me. You may have forgotten, but did you think he wouldn't remember the K'uk'ulkan on Rhodes Island who once knocked his head off? What, you think he might have? Tsk, you're mean.
[Classified Log]
File ID: ■■■■■■■■■
Level: ■■
'Give me a reason to spare you.'
The headless armor and a pile of scrap cobbled into the shape of a man sit opposite each other at the summit of the quiet volcano.
'I have crossed rivers, seen the new green that emerges on the banks year after year, which not even Catastrophes could extinguish. I have crossed deserts, seen cities fall and rise again, which not even the bloodthirsty nature of Man could subdue.'
'Give me a reason.'
'I have exiled myself like the scavenger, until I find the future that we may reach without immolating ourselves.'
'...A reason.'
The revenant which looks very different many years later removes a small piece from his shoulder, and throws it into the volcano. It falls a long way, then begins to spin rapidly with a faint light, before flying out of the volcano and into the sky.
The magma stirs, roiling bubbles like contempt, the quiet surface like command.
'Yes, it's just a little trinket of Arts within metal. I have seen such things in the hands of Sarkaz who do not wield Originium Arts, who use it to cut the flesh of others, and in turn have their own heads cut off.
'But now, dozens of trinkets like these are produced day after day. In turn, these trinkets are used to make other trinkets, until there are thousands after thousands.
'Trinkets that are no longer used just for killing.
'I want to know if they are part of the future that I'm seeking.'
File ID: 000000001
Level: ■■
'What should I call you, metal boy? Maybe Tin Man? Like the one from the fairy tale?'
'Suit yourself.'
'Well, let's get a bottle opened. And a map.'
The pioneer throws a rolled up map and a bottle of spirits across the campfire. Tin Man spreads the map open, and sees markings of various colors indicating the locations of scattered settlements, routes, mines, and potential archaeological sites.
'This map is more of a fairy tale than I am—other than the lay of the land. That's accurate, at least.'
'That's what they all say!' The pioneer laughs, and the campfire quivers to the laughter. 'But this is the future, and the future is no fairy tale. Look, settlements are built by the river. The routes go through areas with low Originium, mines are built on ore veins, and there are great skeletons near the archaeological sites.'
'You've trekked through all these places?'
'Why measure the land with your own legs?'
The pioneer takes out a tiny piece from his pocket and tosses it into the air. Tin Man waits for the piece to fly out of sight, but it hovers in the air, before settling down on the pioneer's palm.
'Propeller fitted with a camera and magnifying scope. The images it takes are blurry, but usable. Toss me the map; I'm adding a few strokes.'
'Do you really want a ranch that takes a nomadic city months to cover?'
'Why should it be a ranch for just me, Maylander Selene, and not a brand new country, one not bound to the ghosts of the past? One that lives only for the future?'
After a moment of silence, Tin Man hands the map over with one hand, and opens the bottle with the other.
'Cheers. Save a place for me in your pioneer team.'
File ID: ■■■■■■■■■
Level: ■■
'Give me a reason to spare you.'
The headless armor and a pile of scrap cobbled into the shape of a man sit opposite each other at the summit of the quiet volcano.
'I have crossed rivers, seen the new green that emerges on the banks year after year, which not even Catastrophes could extinguish. I have crossed deserts, seen cities fall and rise again, which not even the bloodthirsty nature of Man could subdue.'
'Give me a reason.'
'I have exiled myself like the scavenger, until I find the future that we may reach without immolating ourselves.'
'...A reason.'
The revenant which looks very different many years later removes a small piece from his shoulder, and throws it into the volcano. It falls a long way, then begins to spin rapidly with a faint light, before flying out of the volcano and into the sky.
The magma stirs, roiling bubbles like contempt, the quiet surface like command.
'Yes, it's just a little trinket of Arts within metal. I have seen such things in the hands of Sarkaz who do not wield Originium Arts, who use it to cut the flesh of others, and in turn have their own heads cut off.
'But now, dozens of trinkets like these are produced day after day. In turn, these trinkets are used to make other trinkets, until there are thousands after thousands.
'Trinkets that are no longer used just for killing.
'I want to know if they are part of the future that I'm seeking.'
File ID: 000000001
Level: ■■
'What should I call you, metal boy? Maybe Tin Man? Like the one from the fairy tale?'
'Suit yourself.'
'Well, let's get a bottle opened. And a map.'
The pioneer throws a rolled up map and a bottle of spirits across the campfire. Tin Man spreads the map open, and sees markings of various colors indicating the locations of scattered settlements, routes, mines, and potential archaeological sites.
'This map is more of a fairy tale than I am—other than the lay of the land. That's accurate, at least.'
'That's what they all say!' The pioneer laughs, and the campfire quivers to the laughter. 'But this is the future, and the future is no fairy tale. Look, settlements are built by the river. The routes go through areas with low Originium, mines are built on ore veins, and there are great skeletons near the archaeological sites.'
'You've trekked through all these places?'
'Why measure the land with your own legs?'
The pioneer takes out a tiny piece from his pocket and tosses it into the air. Tin Man waits for the piece to fly out of sight, but it hovers in the air, before settling down on the pioneer's palm.
'Propeller fitted with a camera and magnifying scope. The images it takes are blurry, but usable. Toss me the map; I'm adding a few strokes.'
'Do you really want a ranch that takes a nomadic city months to cover?'
'Why should it be a ranch for just me, Maylander Selene, and not a brand new country, one not bound to the ghosts of the past? One that lives only for the future?'
After a moment of silence, Tin Man hands the map over with one hand, and opens the bottle with the other.
'Cheers. Save a place for me in your pioneer team.'
[Video Log]
'I won't stop you from leaving, but... will you really not stay a little longer? Just one more hour?'
'If only I could stay by your side, not just for an hour, but for a century, ten, a hundred. But the news of Catastrophe... the lives of my pioneer brothers depend upon me.'
'Oh, you are breaking my heart!'
The teary maid embraces the pioneer's metallic body.
'I am the same, my dear... but I will leave my heart behind.'
The pioneer opens up the front of his coat, revealing his shiny metal bosom. He opens it up, and it is empty inside.
He reaches into the cavity with his metallic hand, and takes out a heart folded from paper.
'This is yours. My heart is forever yours.'
'My goodness, we really dug up this ancient film reel.'
'Were special effects that advanced back then?'
'I don't care, I love that metal guy.'
'Well, he's definitely not around anymore. That actress in it? That's the mentor of Marianne, the retired movie star. She passed away decades ago. What a shame.'
'What a shame.'
'I won't stop you from leaving, but... will you really not stay a little longer? Just one more hour?'
'If only I could stay by your side, not just for an hour, but for a century, ten, a hundred. But the news of Catastrophe... the lives of my pioneer brothers depend upon me.'
'Oh, you are breaking my heart!'
The teary maid embraces the pioneer's metallic body.
'I am the same, my dear... but I will leave my heart behind.'
The pioneer opens up the front of his coat, revealing his shiny metal bosom. He opens it up, and it is empty inside.
He reaches into the cavity with his metallic hand, and takes out a heart folded from paper.
'This is yours. My heart is forever yours.'
'My goodness, we really dug up this ancient film reel.'
'Were special effects that advanced back then?'
'I don't care, I love that metal guy.'
'Well, he's definitely not around anymore. That actress in it? That's the mentor of Marianne, the retired movie star. She passed away decades ago. What a shame.'
'What a shame.'
HP
1314
ATK
499
DEF
99
RES
30
Cost
17
ATK Interval
1.5 sec
Block
1
Redeploy
70 sec
Talents
- 'On My Way'In [Sarkaz's Furnaceside Fables], costs -2 Hope to recruit and grants +9 Toil Limit when acting as a Loadbearing Operator
- Shriveled SoulIncreases the continuous damage dealt to ground enemies in range of Tin Man's Alchemical Units by 20%
Skills
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'Ol' Curly'Offensive RecoveryAuto ActivationSP Cost5Throws an Alchemical Unit. For 10 seconds, enemies around the landing point suffer from 30% Enfeeble and take 75% ATK as Arts damage per secondprojectile_delay_time10atk-0.3atk_scale0.75projectile_range1
'Big Larry'Auto RecoveryManual ActivationInitial SP20SP Cost25Throws an Alchemical Unit. For 15 seconds, enemies around the landing point take 110% ATK as Arts damage per second, while allied units around the point recover HP equal to 25% ATK per second
Can store 2 chargesprojectile_delay_time15hp_recovery_per_sec_ratio0.25atk_scale1.1projectile_range2
Modules
ORIGINALTin Man's Badge
Operator Tin Man has demonstrated a remarkable aptitude in hurling alchemical units to flexibly adjust the situation on the battlefield.
The Field Operations Department has thus passed the following resolution:
This operator shall be appointed a Specialist Operator during field operations to exercise Alchemist responsibilities.
In witness whereof,
This badge is hereby conferred upon the above named.
ALC-X'Phrenology'Stage Stats Upgrade Description 1 - HP +80
- ATK +20
operator.classBranch.alchemist Trait Can throw Alchemical Units to assist in combatIncreases SP recovery rate by +0.1/s while an Alchemical Unit is on the field2 - HP +90
- ATK +30
Shriveled Soul Increases the continuous damage dealt to ground enemies in range of Tin Man's Alchemical Units by 23%3 - HP +100
- ATK +35
Shriveled Soul Increases the continuous damage dealt to ground enemies in range of Tin Man's Alchemical Units by 25%
'Good afternoon, ma'am. I'm from the Maylander Foundation. Please, call me Tin Man. Going forward, I'll be in charge of constructing of the future capital of film: Wrankwood.'
'My gosh, Mr. Tin Man, you look like you've stepped out of a movie yourself.'
'I've heard that at least once a day ever since movies became a thing.'
'Then why not make it reality? I daresay movies will prove to be the future of Columbian entertainment.'
'I'll consider it, but I've got a question for you first, ma'am. I see you've brought along a lot of things from the early days of Wrankwood, but what's with the metal prospector's head and the reel of minework?'
'Well, I'm glad you asked! You know, when I first got here, I asked someone here the same question. They told me this item and the film reel both have major significance to the birth of cinematography.'
'Go on.'
'You see, the camera on the prospector's head didn't only record the 3D structure of the mine, it also managed to capture the sheen of the ore and the dynamic environmental changes. Apparently, this was shot in the early years of our fair nation, as a way to make geological surveys more efficient, but we can't verify who actually took the footage.'
'Hmm... Well, I suppose I can't just go around telling people how I jammed the reel right into my head, trying to save my hands the trouble.'
'Sorry, what was that?'
'...Never mind, just talking to myself. I'll be honest, ma'am, I still don't get what this has to do with movies.'
'I heard that Wrankwood's founder happened to watch that reel during his pioneering days, and realized that we've had the technology to record our lives and share them with others all along. After his revelation, he quit his job to learn cinematography, then shot his very first film by the lakeside.'
'Well now... I doubt that prospector ever expected to make such a splash when he left that film reel behind.'
'Well, I'm sure he'd be mighty pleased if he knew how much it was worth now.'
'And why are you so sure of that, ma'am? In my opinion, movies aren't much different from any other newfangled pastime. They're all just ways to kill time.'
'The first time I watched a movie as a little girl, mister, it was an experience I didn't even know how to describe in words. All I knew was that I had to be a part of it, part of the film industry.
'They might be time wasters to you, but to me and many others, they're a source of hopes and dreams. I think movies are always inspired from a single moment in time, because of someone wanting to share their experiences with others. Share what they see and how they see it. Am I wrong?'
'...Hah.'
'Sorry, I'm not trying to say you're wrong either—'
'It's not that. Maybe you're right, ma'am. A farmer once told me that the technology used to kill people could also be put to building idyllic, peaceful towns. I was convinced. But once the skyscrapers started going up, a question began itching at my brain. Was this the future I had been looking forward to? And thanks to today's chance meeting, you've shown me a new possibility. And so—
'If I wanted to be an actor, where would I start?'
RIIC Base Skills
Maylander Detective·αWhen this Operator is assigned to the HR Office, HR contacting speed +5%, with a further increase of +1% for every level of each Dormitory
Maylander Detective·β
When this Operator is assigned to the HR Office, HR contacting speed +5%, with a further increase of +2% for every level of each Dormitory