Post by faust on Oct 5, 2011 21:39:44 GMT
----Character Biography----[/u][/i]
Name:
Finch Gran (Known as "Eagle" to most people)
Race
Human
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Profession:
Performance Magician
Class
Red Mage
Species Skill
Quick Learner: A 10% discount to Upgrades on magic and abilities.
Organisation:
None
Alignment
Leans towards Good, but mostly Neutral
Home Continent:
Mist Continent
Personality:
A natural showman and a professional crowd pleaser, Finch is a charismatic individual, even when he isn't donning his show-business persona as The Great Eagle. He is consistently fair-weather in his dealings, even when those dealings are with enemies, and he seems to have a constant air of "why worry?" about him. The result is a sort of easy friendliness which has the expected effect of making him, if anything, a nice person to be around, if not necessarily an automatic friend. Underneath his lackadaisical appearance, he is a bright young man with an above average acumen for magic and business. He also has a fascination with mechanical devices, and in his off hours loves nothing more than to take apart small gadgets and put them back together. That being said, his ability to actually use anything more advanced than a music box is relatively low. His interest is more in how they work, not how they are used.
Appearance:
Equipment:
General Magic accoutrements: Trick rings, deck of cards, collapsible daggers (not actual weapons), multicolored handkerchiefs.
Hocus and Pocus: White cotton gloves that have special runes sewn into the inner lining. Used primarily as a weapon for fisticuffs, and as a casting aid for magic.
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
-My Trusty Assistants: By raising his hands to the air one at a time, calling out his weapon's name as he does so, Finch can will his gloves to leave his hands and fly through the air, controlled by motions of his hands. They can fly up to fifteen feet away from his body, and must remain within six feet of each other. They can fight and manipulate the environment just like regular hands could, and in both respects are about as strong as a regular human being. While they are in flight, Finch loses any additional use of his hands, thus losing the ability to cast spells.
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
-Thunder- A spell of some would say the sky's wraith, bolts of lightning shower from the ground, some would say wildy but they have a control to them, for those who are willing to take the time to practice, this spell has both electrical and piercing natures to it depending on the way it is used, but the lore for this spell is that it was a gift from the gods of Thunder and Lightning, to help those who needed a light to brighten their path and strike down their foes, some people have even found a medical use for it, using the heat to cauterize wounds.
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Experience
History:
Finch was born into a pseudo-noble family, the kind that had enough wealth to just barely avoid being labeled one of the middle class. With their position in society hanging so tenuously, all the members of the Gran family were expected to learn how to be noblemen and be eminent figures in society, earning lots of money for the family coffers and respect for the family name. It was with this in mind that Finch spent most of his time in Treno with his uncle, a sage of no real fame or magical power, but who nonetheless had an impressive collection of magical artifacts and other such bric-a-brac perfect for a curious young man.
Sometime into his education in all things magical, Finch went into what could be politely termed as a "rebellious phase." Learning magic was all well and good, especially now that Alexandria was rumored to be going to war and there was a call for talented individuals, but the young man couldn't help wondering if there wasn't more to life than just lineage and education. It was during one of those fits of introspection that Finch decided to pack up some of his possessions and leave home. Ever since, he has been seeing the wider world, financing his journeys by spinning magic for the people under the stage name "Eagle."
RP sample:
It was a cloudy day, in some far off village Finch's mediocre grasp of geography had so far been unable to identify. Another day, another failed attempt to entertain the masses. Or rather, it was successful, if success could be measured in people who walked away happy. Small villages were often the best source for audiences who weren't already jaded with magic and all its workings, but it was the utter lack of money to spare that was killing him. As it was, he was already forced to sleep outside, a move that, in addition to just being uncivilized, was murder on his sleeping clothes.
He sat down beside the road and stared up at the sky. If his memory served, Lindblum was somewhere in this area. He would have to ask somebody about that before he wandered off. Big cities were usually better for business. Plus, Lindblum had become airship capital of the continent in recent years. Maybe if he was lucky, he could get a chance to see some blueprints or even-fingers crossed-get to look inside one of them. He sighed wistfully. As long as he was following his dreams, why not dream some more?
Name:
Finch Gran (Known as "Eagle" to most people)
Race
Human
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Profession:
Performance Magician
Class
Red Mage
Species Skill
Quick Learner: A 10% discount to Upgrades on magic and abilities.
Organisation:
None
Alignment
Leans towards Good, but mostly Neutral
Home Continent:
Mist Continent
Personality:
A natural showman and a professional crowd pleaser, Finch is a charismatic individual, even when he isn't donning his show-business persona as The Great Eagle. He is consistently fair-weather in his dealings, even when those dealings are with enemies, and he seems to have a constant air of "why worry?" about him. The result is a sort of easy friendliness which has the expected effect of making him, if anything, a nice person to be around, if not necessarily an automatic friend. Underneath his lackadaisical appearance, he is a bright young man with an above average acumen for magic and business. He also has a fascination with mechanical devices, and in his off hours loves nothing more than to take apart small gadgets and put them back together. That being said, his ability to actually use anything more advanced than a music box is relatively low. His interest is more in how they work, not how they are used.
Appearance:
Equipment:
General Magic accoutrements: Trick rings, deck of cards, collapsible daggers (not actual weapons), multicolored handkerchiefs.
Hocus and Pocus: White cotton gloves that have special runes sewn into the inner lining. Used primarily as a weapon for fisticuffs, and as a casting aid for magic.
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
-My Trusty Assistants: By raising his hands to the air one at a time, calling out his weapon's name as he does so, Finch can will his gloves to leave his hands and fly through the air, controlled by motions of his hands. They can fly up to fifteen feet away from his body, and must remain within six feet of each other. They can fight and manipulate the environment just like regular hands could, and in both respects are about as strong as a regular human being. While they are in flight, Finch loses any additional use of his hands, thus losing the ability to cast spells.
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
-Thunder- A spell of some would say the sky's wraith, bolts of lightning shower from the ground, some would say wildy but they have a control to them, for those who are willing to take the time to practice, this spell has both electrical and piercing natures to it depending on the way it is used, but the lore for this spell is that it was a gift from the gods of Thunder and Lightning, to help those who needed a light to brighten their path and strike down their foes, some people have even found a medical use for it, using the heat to cauterize wounds.
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Experience
History:
Finch was born into a pseudo-noble family, the kind that had enough wealth to just barely avoid being labeled one of the middle class. With their position in society hanging so tenuously, all the members of the Gran family were expected to learn how to be noblemen and be eminent figures in society, earning lots of money for the family coffers and respect for the family name. It was with this in mind that Finch spent most of his time in Treno with his uncle, a sage of no real fame or magical power, but who nonetheless had an impressive collection of magical artifacts and other such bric-a-brac perfect for a curious young man.
Sometime into his education in all things magical, Finch went into what could be politely termed as a "rebellious phase." Learning magic was all well and good, especially now that Alexandria was rumored to be going to war and there was a call for talented individuals, but the young man couldn't help wondering if there wasn't more to life than just lineage and education. It was during one of those fits of introspection that Finch decided to pack up some of his possessions and leave home. Ever since, he has been seeing the wider world, financing his journeys by spinning magic for the people under the stage name "Eagle."
RP sample:
It was a cloudy day, in some far off village Finch's mediocre grasp of geography had so far been unable to identify. Another day, another failed attempt to entertain the masses. Or rather, it was successful, if success could be measured in people who walked away happy. Small villages were often the best source for audiences who weren't already jaded with magic and all its workings, but it was the utter lack of money to spare that was killing him. As it was, he was already forced to sleep outside, a move that, in addition to just being uncivilized, was murder on his sleeping clothes.
He sat down beside the road and stared up at the sky. If his memory served, Lindblum was somewhere in this area. He would have to ask somebody about that before he wandered off. Big cities were usually better for business. Plus, Lindblum had become airship capital of the continent in recent years. Maybe if he was lucky, he could get a chance to see some blueprints or even-fingers crossed-get to look inside one of them. He sighed wistfully. As long as he was following his dreams, why not dream some more?