~Doctor Shantotto~

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 650px; background-image:url(http://0.tqn.com/d/graphicssoft/1/7/X/3/5/Textile-Pattern09.png); -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #181818 solid 10px; ] [STYLE=width: 400px; background-color:purple; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: mediumpurple;] SHANTOTTO [/style][STYLE= border: 8px solid purple; width: 100px; margin-top: -55px; float: right;][/style][STYLE=width: 340px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: purple; text-align: justify;] age: ~?~ sex: ~F~ sexual orientation: ~Undecided~ [/style][STYLE= width: 400px; background-color: orchid; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 9px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: indigo; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 0px;] Race: Tarutaru [Native] Class: Black Mage Species & Class Skills: Species Skill: Local Class Skill: Black Mage Option C [Mag:100 MP:50] Appearance: Alignment: Neutral Profession: ”Retired” Mage Personality: To describe Lady Shantotto as “confident” would be an understatement of vast proportions. To those she meets, she generally comes off as arrogant, pompous, and annoying. She has complete and utter faith in her capabilities and mental prowess, and yet oddly enough can understand when she is outmatched. Shantotto rhymes constantly, rarely ever speaking when not doing such, fare from above the guilty pleasure of berating people. The mage somehow always manages to be collected, despite her erratic disposition, and seems to come off as a strict schoolteacher. She never shows mercy in a fight, mental or physical, just as she was taught by her father, and she harbors a general dislike of those “Barbaric” Red Mages and those “Pansy” White Mages. She enjoys watching sunsets, drinking a good cup of tea, and reading a book older than she is. Home Continent: Veldt [/style] [STYLE=width: 400px; background-color: purple; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: mediumpurple;] Statistics [/style][STYLE= border: 8px solid purple; width: 100px; margin-top: -55px; float: right;][/style][STYLE=width: 340px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: purple; text-align: justify;] I alone make whole armies cower. Have you much faith in your loser power? [/style][STYLE= width: 400px; background-color: orchid; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 12px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: indigo; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 0px;] Character Level: 15 HP: 800 MP: 1000 [+50] [+20] Atk: 10 Def: 750 Mag: 990 [+100] Spr: 750 Experience: 10000 Stat Points: 4300 Gil: 1800 Equipment: “Just a Trifle” A strange staff that was altered by Shantotto to save her the effort of toting around the mass of element-appropriate staves to help focus her spell casting. The gem crafted atop the polished length of Black Willow changes colours depending what sort of magick is being used. [+20 MP] Character Abilities: Warp I~ By causing turmoil in the fabric of space, Shantotto is able to send her or another to another location instantly, provided the owner of the character in question is willing of course. As a combat skill, this can be used once per thread to dodge one attack, however using this ability will remove whatever Protective Status might currently in effect (Wall/Shell/Protect/Clear). MP Cost: 0 Magic: Level 1 Slots -Float -Haste -Fire -Water -Thunder -Comet Level 2 Slots -Thundara -Cometa Level 3 slots -Cometaga Summons: Fenrir [/style] [STYLE=width: 400px; background-color: purple; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: mediumpurple;] Past Times [/style][STYLE= border: 8px solid purple; width: 100px; margin-top: -55px; float: right;][/style][STYLE=width: 340px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: purple; text-align: justify;] My, my, you seem confused. Act the fool and I shan't be amused. [/style][STYLE= width: 400px; background-color: orchid; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 12px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: indigo; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 0px;] HISTORY: Shantotto was born the last descendant of two proud and ancient lines of Black Magi, a fact that she will gladly proclaim to anyone listening. As a child, Shantotto was quite the proverbial angel, an optimistic young child who dreamed of spreading love and healing the world before, as Shantotto would later put it, she “came to her senses.” When she finally began to show interest in the Dark Arts, her parents were all too eager to help that interest grow and made it a joint-effort to teach her. While Shantotto’s mother taught her the basics of Magical Theorem, her father taught her how to think, how to act on these skills. They spent hours lecturing, teaching the mechanics of spell-slinging more than actual spells, their main reason for this being that to properly hone latent magic, real battle experience was needed. Her father was the one she looked up to, more than anyone else. He taught her that the only way to be strong was through utter lack of remorse, and that death and destruction are what truly great black mages contribute to the history pages. Through an unfortunate argument, Shantotto’s mother and father divorced, her home was destroyed and her dog, a companion that had been with her for most of her life, drank a potent shrinking potion that she herself had brewed. Roleplay Sample: The pale sun was shining brightly on down upon the city, making the chilly autumn day habitable without a true need of a coat or jacket. It was a sort of day that led people into the streets, to the local cafés and coffee parlors to purchase a warm drink to enjoy as they wandered aimlessly through the streets and happy with the fact that they had no idea where they were going. It was days like this were even the children playing in their parks were quiet, listening to the dried leafs rustling in the trees as a slow cold wind caressed their faces. It was a sort of day that the Tarutaru Mage, the esteemed Doctor Shantotto, just knew someone would spoil for her. It’s always on such a fine day when calamity comes out to play. She was not sure which city she was in, or which country. Keeping track of territories was not something the Doctor often bothered with. Walking down the side-paths, trying to avoid contact with people, she began to find her bearings. She was in one of the more advanced cities. There were automobiles, an occasional floating device, and more people than she cared for, marking perhaps a metropolis? Maybe they a library here, with older tomes and some publications of more modern theories? A thin sweet smile graced her lips as she thought of how she could sit back and relax while reading what the modern self-proclaimed mages were trying to accomplish. Nothing to help lift the spirits like a good comedy- “Daddy! Daddy! Look! Look!” a voice shouted suddenly from behind. “Daddy! Look! It’s a Carbuncle!” Shantotto began to turn to see the source of the outburst when suddenly she felt a pair of small arms hugging her from behind. Her eyes went wide and she turned her head to see the smiling face of a young girl, blue eyes sparkling from under a wiry mess of auburn hair. The Doctor squirmed gently, attempting to get free of the child’s grasp without hurting her, but the girl held on insistently. Fire, Water, Thunder, Dark… Quake, Bio, Ultima Spark… Spells going through her head, wicked temptations running through her heart, the mage was befuddled, not sure what to do. ”I am not-“ “Daddy! Can we keep it?!” ‘It’? The mage’s eye twitched. A dose of Thunder was starting to sound very attractive. [/style]

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