Post by Teemo on Jul 21, 2012 15:36:41 GMT
----Character Biography----[/u][/i]
Name:
Teemo
Race
Moogle
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Profession:
SeeD
Level 1
HP:
150
MP:
50
Gil Amount:
100
Class
Rogue- 1 xp in combat per 5 words
Species Skill
Save: Moogles start with level 1 life magic at creation.
Organisation:
SeeD
Alignment
Lawful Neutral
Home Continent:
Balamb
Personality:
Really bright and cheerful, however despite his genuinely warm personality, something switches off inside Teemo's mind during combat so that the lives he must end while on duty do not burden him. Even as a young recruit, the drill instructors and other trainees found it a little disconcerting that, while Teemo was normally charming and kind, he turned deadly serious and highly efficient the minute combat exercises began.
Equipment:
Kumungu Blowgun- A small ranged weapon that fires poison tipped blow darts. The weapon has been magically enchanted to create its own darts laced in Teemo's poison, never requiring reload. +10 dmg
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
- Weak Ajunta Poison[Passive]- Teemo's attacks deal an additional 10dmg and have a chance to inflict poison on the target.
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
-Life
-Bio
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Experience
History:
Teemo is a rarity among moogles. Shortly after he was born, his parents were killed durring a raid in one of the many wars occuring around that time and ended up scouging around the ports of the world as a thief, stealing what he needed to live. After stowing away on a ship headed to Balamb village he was discovered. The ship's captian felt sorry for the young child and instead of turning him over to the port guard he instead brought him over to Balamb Garden.
Teemo took to the garden training like Leviathan to water. He became an expert at survival tactics as well as stealth combat. His agility and dexteraty were at the top of his class. every other weekend he would end up taking the younger children camping in the quad. The weekends between that.... assassination training. Teemo is normally bright and quite chipper as his many friends can testify, however as soon as he gets in combat its like a swich turns off in his head. he becomes an emotionless relentless assassin. Perhaps a reminant of his harsh life before the garden, perhaps a split persona created to protect his psyche, or maybe just a unique discipline he somehow aquired to prevent himself from being haunted by his targets... one thing is for sure, he's someone you want on your side.
RP sample:
The small moogle began to hum as he marched down the halls. "hut, two three, four." his high pitched voice could easily be mistaken for a human child younger then 5. Over his shoulder he carried a bag on what seemed like the end of a stick at first glance, however the students he passed knew it was indeed his trademark weapon, the blowgun.
He stopped as he reached the elevator, a group of students just ahead of him, a usual smile crossing his face from ear to ear as he heard the students complaining about the speed of the elevator. he chuckled slightly as he heaved the blowgun and small bag off of his shoulder and gripped it with his small furry hands and with a quick leap he jumped into the air. his wings fluttering lightly as he arose into the air before landing upon the 2nd floor walkway.
"Decided not to wait on the lift again, Teemo?"
his ears suddenly purked up as he heard the voice calling to him from behind. In an instant he turned around only to find the headmaster waving at him.
"Good morning, Headmaster!" Teemo replied chipperly. "Another successful campout with the junior seeds again?" the Headmaster inquired. Teemo nodded "Yes, sir" the smile on his face growing another inch long. "Good to hear, I'll see you later then. Just had to grab some paperwork. Take care, Teemo". With a bounce Teemo said his goodbye and continued to his dorm room.
Name:
Teemo
Race
Moogle
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Profession:
SeeD
Level 1
HP:
150
MP:
50
Gil Amount:
100
Class
Rogue- 1 xp in combat per 5 words
Species Skill
Save: Moogles start with level 1 life magic at creation.
Organisation:
SeeD
Alignment
Lawful Neutral
Home Continent:
Balamb
Personality:
Really bright and cheerful, however despite his genuinely warm personality, something switches off inside Teemo's mind during combat so that the lives he must end while on duty do not burden him. Even as a young recruit, the drill instructors and other trainees found it a little disconcerting that, while Teemo was normally charming and kind, he turned deadly serious and highly efficient the minute combat exercises began.
Equipment:
Kumungu Blowgun- A small ranged weapon that fires poison tipped blow darts. The weapon has been magically enchanted to create its own darts laced in Teemo's poison, never requiring reload. +10 dmg
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
- Weak Ajunta Poison[Passive]- Teemo's attacks deal an additional 10dmg and have a chance to inflict poison on the target.
Level 2 Slots:
-
Level 3 Slots:
-
Magic
Level 1 Slots
-Life
-Bio
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Experience
History:
Teemo is a rarity among moogles. Shortly after he was born, his parents were killed durring a raid in one of the many wars occuring around that time and ended up scouging around the ports of the world as a thief, stealing what he needed to live. After stowing away on a ship headed to Balamb village he was discovered. The ship's captian felt sorry for the young child and instead of turning him over to the port guard he instead brought him over to Balamb Garden.
Teemo took to the garden training like Leviathan to water. He became an expert at survival tactics as well as stealth combat. His agility and dexteraty were at the top of his class. every other weekend he would end up taking the younger children camping in the quad. The weekends between that.... assassination training. Teemo is normally bright and quite chipper as his many friends can testify, however as soon as he gets in combat its like a swich turns off in his head. he becomes an emotionless relentless assassin. Perhaps a reminant of his harsh life before the garden, perhaps a split persona created to protect his psyche, or maybe just a unique discipline he somehow aquired to prevent himself from being haunted by his targets... one thing is for sure, he's someone you want on your side.
RP sample:
The small moogle began to hum as he marched down the halls. "hut, two three, four." his high pitched voice could easily be mistaken for a human child younger then 5. Over his shoulder he carried a bag on what seemed like the end of a stick at first glance, however the students he passed knew it was indeed his trademark weapon, the blowgun.
He stopped as he reached the elevator, a group of students just ahead of him, a usual smile crossing his face from ear to ear as he heard the students complaining about the speed of the elevator. he chuckled slightly as he heaved the blowgun and small bag off of his shoulder and gripped it with his small furry hands and with a quick leap he jumped into the air. his wings fluttering lightly as he arose into the air before landing upon the 2nd floor walkway.
"Decided not to wait on the lift again, Teemo?"
his ears suddenly purked up as he heard the voice calling to him from behind. In an instant he turned around only to find the headmaster waving at him.
"Good morning, Headmaster!" Teemo replied chipperly. "Another successful campout with the junior seeds again?" the Headmaster inquired. Teemo nodded "Yes, sir" the smile on his face growing another inch long. "Good to hear, I'll see you later then. Just had to grab some paperwork. Take care, Teemo". With a bounce Teemo said his goodbye and continued to his dorm room.