Post by ironhand on Jan 11, 2013 7:21:30 GMT
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What do you use to kick ass?
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1
HP:
300
MP:
50
Atk:
100
Def:
200
Mag:
50
Spr:
100
Experience:
0 AT CREATION
Stat Points:
500 BETWEEN THE ABOVE STATS. WITH AT LEAST 10 IN EACH STAT
Gil:
100
Equipment:
Knives and Daggers (10Atk)
Regardless of type, <name> carries a large array of these bladed weapons, both for throwing and for fighting. He’s got everything from small hidden blades all the way up to large fighting daggers. All the enemy needs to know is that it’s sharp, pointy and guaranteed to make one bleed if stuck by the business end.
Iron-hand Gauntlets
The source of his name and moniker. A simple pair of gauntlets reinforced with iron plates to protect the hands from a stray blow to the fingers and hand. Iron-hand has modified his gauntlets to an extent, tying down and securing anything that might rattle or make a noise.
Leather Armour
Simple leather armour to protect the torso from light damage. The trade off for its weight and freedom of movement is protection.
Wheat Stone
Used to sharpen axes, daggers and knives.
Telescope
Used to stare at distant objects from a safe location.
Backpack
Contains food, water, incense and a lighter. Enough supplies to survive in the middle of nowhere for a couple of weeks.
Phone and Headphones
The only piece of technology he still holds onto. A smart phone with a vast music library of his home world. Strangely, the battery of his phone hasn’t died yet and he can still make and receive calls despite being on an entirely different world (something he still hasn’t been able to figure out).
Character Abilities:
Hidden Blades – Tier One Ability, Combat Related, Passive
Iron-hand always carries a knife or dagger around him at all times (several if possible), because of his affinity to the blade as well as his highly diversified array of bladed weapons, Iron-hand can never be disarmed regardless of how well he is searched. He’s always got another blade hidden on him somewhere.
Magic:
Bio
50 Damage/Poison, 10MP per use
Summons:
N/A AT CREATION
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Past Times
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Iron-hand’s early life was completely unremarkable. He was an average student in school, had very few friends and preferred to play games than get anything done. Even by his 18th birthday, after graduating from high school, he was completely and utterly unremarkable. Even turning 18, not much could be said of his life. He got a simple had labour job and learned how to fight from one of his weekend pursuits (something that he would be grateful upon arriving in Gaia).
His 25th year would have been rather dull, unremarkable and the same as the previous years were it not for online order of a couple of daggers he had his eye on for his weekend fighting. It was completely and utterly unremarkable in nature except that it was sharper than any blade he had in his collecting. All it took to activate the weapons enchantment was a single drop of blood kindly provided by Iron-hand when he accidently cut his thumb on the blade’s edge while checking its sharpness. All he can remember afterwards was waking up in a farmer’s crop of wheat, the farmer in question holding a harvesting scythe at his neck demanding to know what he was doing in his crop. After explaining his rather odd predicament, the famer managed to work out a deal with him. He would be allowed to stay but in turn, he would have to help bring in the crops before the next rains started.
It wasn’t exactly glamour work, but Iron-hand did what he could to help, finding that he was far better at keeping the harvesting scythes the farmers and farmhands used sharp. By the end of the fifth day, the crops had been harvested and the grain stored. Iron-hand was free to do what he wanted and had even been given a small payment for the labour he had performed on each of the scythes the farmers had used. Without much to look forward to, Iron-hand decided to stay on for the next season. He had absolutely nothing to his name save for a handful of gil that he had made.
Not much happened over the next two months, not much happened, Iron-hand stayed on, helping to sow the next crop and keep a watch out for wild fiends that had a habit of making a meal of the growing plants. During one of his watches, Iron-hand managed to dig up a pair of old rusted iron gauntlets and a couple of dull blades. Without even thinking, he took these items with him. It was the first thing he could really call his own in this quiet place. Two days later (after some late hours), Iron-hand began to wear his gauntlets and daggers with some pride. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.
By the time the next harvest came, Iron-hand resumed his position on the farm, sharpening the blades of the farmer’s scythes to that they could continue to harvest the wheat. The straightforward harvest was going well until the fourth day came. Fiends, for reason no one knows, decided to attack the farm Iron-hand had been working on. Without even thinking, he grabbed his daggers and headed straight out into the field, wondering why farmer were running away from what sounded like rats.
Pushing his way through the waist high crops, Iron-hand ran into three wererats. He didn’t even realize that he had drawn and thrown one of his daggers, impaling the first rat right through the skull, killing it instantly. He didn’t even remember killing the other two wererats. His dagger striking them in the heart and head respectively. By the time he had returned to the farmhouse, he was greeted by the famer and the farm hands, all of the surprised to see him return. As one, they cheered, calling him by the moniker that would stick with him.
Iron-hand
It didn’t take long for Iron-hand’s reputation to spread through the community. His ability to take care of the pests that feasted on their crops made him the go to man for dealing with pests. Before he knew it, he was highly sought after. With work now being plenty, he started to make for himself a life on Crescent Continent. Taking odd jobs here and there to deal with the pest that farmers were unwilling to deal with.
Roleplay Sample:
”I need to get out of here. Several months after dealing with them rats and everyone is hailing me a hero. Ugh. I do not need this.” He rubbed his eyes, letting out a long sigh in the process. It hadn’t taken long for the story of his ‘battle’ to spread throughout the continent. Everyone wanted him do deal with their little rat problem. For the life of him, he couldn’t work out why these faming folk were scared of these rats. Sure, they might have been the size of a house cat, but they weren’t something one should fear. After all, in his homeland, giant rats were the least of one’s concerns.
“Maybe I might do that. Trained a couple of these farm hands to throw a knife after all. They can’t expect me to live here the rest of my days. They may know the rest of the world but I don’t. I’m not even from this place.” With another long sigh, he picked up one of his knives before turning his attention back to the grindstone. Giving the pedal a couple of good pumps to get the stone spinning, he applied the edge of the blade to the stone, letting a small shower of sparks illuminate the otherwise dimly lit room.
He started to think about his future plans. By his calculations, the harvest was only a week away and it would require everyone to put in their fair share of hard work. He reasoned to himself that it would be after the harvest that he would set out to explore the lands.
“Yeah. That would work.” He started to formulate plans in his head. He would train a couple more of these farm hands how to throw knives and daggers at targets before packing up his things and heading out to the small port to catch a ferry ride to one of the larger land masses. Then the real adventure would begin.
“Let’s just hope there’s no more rats where I’m going. Getting sick of them.”
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