Post by Vaati on Jul 13, 2012 2:48:56 GMT
----Character Biography----[/u][/i]
Name:
Vaatigormus Piccori
A.K.A. Vaati
Race
Native [Lalafell]
Age:
16
Gender:
male
Profession:
Fortune Teller
b]Level 1[/b]
HP:
50
MP:
150
Gil Amount:
100
Class
Black Mage
Species Skill
Natural Adaption: Natives gain an experience boost of 1 exp per 5 words when RPing, but not Battling, in their home provinces. However they are expected to travel. If a native is in multiple threads, exp bonuses are cancelled.
Organisation:
Alignment
Chaotic neutral
Home Continent:
Lost Continent
Personality:
Vatti acts very omnious, errie. he is usually seemingly emotionless until caught in the heat of battle. once pushed he becomes a inferno of untapped and untamed fury.
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Equipment:
dark purple robes, mage cap,
weapon- Shadow Gale Tomb-an ominous book of arcane secrets that compliments the user's own magic prowress. It amplifies the damage done by magic spells by 10. In addition, the book teaches the use of cantrips spells. Cantrips are very weak spells that cost 0mp. These spells can be used in RPs to do very minor things like 5lb telekenisis, make figments of sounds, light lanterns, turn pages, etc... in combat Vaati's standard attack can take the form of a cantrip. cantrips cannot inflict any status effects unless used in conjunction with an ability that would allow them to. [example: can't make a flash of light to blind an opponent, etc] For all intents and purposes in combat, cantrips are just ranged standard attacks, however the shape the cantrip can take in combat can vary.
[energy ball, zap of electricity. beam of energy, stone throw, break a tree branch, etc.]
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
-Magic Fusion:
The caster may combine two spells of the same level together, taking the damage from from one spell+10, the effect of one spell [IE poison, silence] and the element from either component. However it costs the total mp of both spells.
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
-Aero
-Drain
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Experience
267
History:
Vaati was born in Ivalice, the son of a traveling Figaro fortune teller and a powerful mysdian wizard whom was traveling the world. shortly after his birth his father was killed in a magical explosion when he was experimenting with ultima magic forcing the spell to backlash leaving a crator in the location of his tower. vaati sense had lived with his mother until a recent bandit attack on their traveling caravan left his companions dead and vaati the only survivor.
on his waist he wears the only thing that remains from his father. a magical belt that amplifies latent magical energy. he now travels around from town to town telling fortunes to survive.
RP sample:
the air grew tense, blood covered his hands. the deep red liquid staining his clothes. his mother's lifeless expression reflected in his eyes as her blood extinguished the fire on the arrows protruding from her abdomen. her look of horror seared a hole into his mind. tears streamed down his ash covered face.
almost everyone else was dead, the fires raged above the roof of the cart. they were going to burn him alive as well. the smoke had already filled the cart as it had with the others. their bodies flung out, turned into pincusions as they tried to flee the toxic air for a lifesaving breath. his body clenched tightly. he was going to die... just like her... his tears falling onto her clothes only to evaporate immediatly in the arid air. vaati's mind began to grow blank... then dark.....
a soft dark pulse eminated from his location..... once...... twice.... time suddenly froze as the third pulse erupted from his body. his body floating in the air. his eyes white with fire and fury. a black aura of darkness caused the small flaming wagon to explode out. a hail of arrows shot towards him as the wooden shards of the wagon struck a few of the bandits falling them. the arrows flew around him, diverted from their course due to the spiraling winds. the earth trembled benethe him. the flames expanded and contrasted with each of his breaths. his hands rose into the air, and suddenly the remaining bandits and cuthroats began to get pulled into the air along with the remaining caravan survivors. a black wind swirling around their bodies. their terrified screams filled the air. their bodies quickly started to wither, their skin grew tight causing deep lacerations on their arms legs chest and forehead. their skin grew pale, their eyes began to fade into their head.
the screams stopped. all that remained in the air were skeletons, with one more pulse of energy from his body the bones became dust that faded into the wind. vaati's head was thrown backward as he was knocked unconsious. the winds suddenly stopped and his body fell down from the air and onto his mother's body on the smoldering remains of their wagon on the desert floor.
Name:
Vaatigormus Piccori
A.K.A. Vaati
Race
Native [Lalafell]
Age:
16
Gender:
male
Profession:
Fortune Teller
b]Level 1[/b]
HP:
50
MP:
150
Gil Amount:
100
Class
Black Mage
Species Skill
Natural Adaption: Natives gain an experience boost of 1 exp per 5 words when RPing, but not Battling, in their home provinces. However they are expected to travel. If a native is in multiple threads, exp bonuses are cancelled.
Organisation:
Alignment
Chaotic neutral
Home Continent:
Lost Continent
Personality:
Vatti acts very omnious, errie. he is usually seemingly emotionless until caught in the heat of battle. once pushed he becomes a inferno of untapped and untamed fury.
Equipment:
dark purple robes, mage cap,
weapon- Shadow Gale Tomb-an ominous book of arcane secrets that compliments the user's own magic prowress. It amplifies the damage done by magic spells by 10. In addition, the book teaches the use of cantrips spells. Cantrips are very weak spells that cost 0mp. These spells can be used in RPs to do very minor things like 5lb telekenisis, make figments of sounds, light lanterns, turn pages, etc... in combat Vaati's standard attack can take the form of a cantrip. cantrips cannot inflict any status effects unless used in conjunction with an ability that would allow them to. [example: can't make a flash of light to blind an opponent, etc] For all intents and purposes in combat, cantrips are just ranged standard attacks, however the shape the cantrip can take in combat can vary.
[energy ball, zap of electricity. beam of energy, stone throw, break a tree branch, etc.]
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
-Magic Fusion:
The caster may combine two spells of the same level together, taking the damage from from one spell+10, the effect of one spell [IE poison, silence] and the element from either component. However it costs the total mp of both spells.
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
-Aero
-Drain
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Experience
267
History:
Vaati was born in Ivalice, the son of a traveling Figaro fortune teller and a powerful mysdian wizard whom was traveling the world. shortly after his birth his father was killed in a magical explosion when he was experimenting with ultima magic forcing the spell to backlash leaving a crator in the location of his tower. vaati sense had lived with his mother until a recent bandit attack on their traveling caravan left his companions dead and vaati the only survivor.
on his waist he wears the only thing that remains from his father. a magical belt that amplifies latent magical energy. he now travels around from town to town telling fortunes to survive.
RP sample:
the air grew tense, blood covered his hands. the deep red liquid staining his clothes. his mother's lifeless expression reflected in his eyes as her blood extinguished the fire on the arrows protruding from her abdomen. her look of horror seared a hole into his mind. tears streamed down his ash covered face.
almost everyone else was dead, the fires raged above the roof of the cart. they were going to burn him alive as well. the smoke had already filled the cart as it had with the others. their bodies flung out, turned into pincusions as they tried to flee the toxic air for a lifesaving breath. his body clenched tightly. he was going to die... just like her... his tears falling onto her clothes only to evaporate immediatly in the arid air. vaati's mind began to grow blank... then dark.....
a soft dark pulse eminated from his location..... once...... twice.... time suddenly froze as the third pulse erupted from his body. his body floating in the air. his eyes white with fire and fury. a black aura of darkness caused the small flaming wagon to explode out. a hail of arrows shot towards him as the wooden shards of the wagon struck a few of the bandits falling them. the arrows flew around him, diverted from their course due to the spiraling winds. the earth trembled benethe him. the flames expanded and contrasted with each of his breaths. his hands rose into the air, and suddenly the remaining bandits and cuthroats began to get pulled into the air along with the remaining caravan survivors. a black wind swirling around their bodies. their terrified screams filled the air. their bodies quickly started to wither, their skin grew tight causing deep lacerations on their arms legs chest and forehead. their skin grew pale, their eyes began to fade into their head.
the screams stopped. all that remained in the air were skeletons, with one more pulse of energy from his body the bones became dust that faded into the wind. vaati's head was thrown backward as he was knocked unconsious. the winds suddenly stopped and his body fell down from the air and onto his mother's body on the smoldering remains of their wagon on the desert floor.
