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Char Name: Galahad of the Dawnson Race: Human/Elvaan hybrid Class: Paladin Crystal: Light   Galahad is a tall, solidly built man of fair skin, dark hair, and silvered blue eyes. His countenance and air have an otherworldy feel, and his eyes seem to gaze into you. Often, there is literal radiant glow about him, at once soothing and unnerving. Once you get past this initial reaction, you notice the perpetual smile in his eyes, even when speaking of the gravest matters. He wears a well worn cloak and a tabard bearing an ancient crest of the rising dawn. Beneath is stout plate armor, and a fearsome helm tops his head. On his back rests a shield, and a stout blade at his side. He moves with a grace bespeaking both strength and control. He speaks as one used to authority and familiar with the command of men. Beneath his gauntlet on the back of his right hand is a white glowing brand with the same crest as on his tabard. The mark was a gift of the first dawn and feels like her comforting presence.   Galahad is a creature of honor. He is honest to a fault and prefers the straightforward approach in all his dealings. Galahad was renowned as a veritable saint among knights, and much of the legends are true. He is perpetually cheerful yet unflappable in the face of adversity. He bore his responsibilities and command with dignity but without arrogance. He is usually as gentle as a lamb, but can swiftly turn stern and terribly fierce like a lion. He is not a man of ambitions for rank or fame. and saw few callings higher than defending one's homeland and people. There is a profound peace about him, as if certain in the knowledge that all will be well, no matter how grim the situation. He looks for and encourages the best in people. One of Galahad's unique pleasures is to watch the rising sun from his airship; he did so every day, nearly without fail ... until his descent into the dark crystal's caverns. Quote: "Defending your homeland and people, what higher, happier calling could you ask for?" "Even children know that there are monsters. I remind them that there are also knights who slay the monsters."   1. Galahad wishes to regain an airship. The Dawnson will soar the skies once more! 2. Galahad's meeting with Prometia was rather rudely interrupted. A lot was raised at the time, including many unexpected sentiments. He would like the chance to sit down with her once more and hopefully settle where they stand. 3. Galahad wants to return to his mother's shrine near Elfenheim to see her in the flesh. Long-term: "Once before, I was a beacon of hope. Wherever the flag of the Dawnson flew, peace returned to troubled hearts. My bright smile let everyone know all would be well. I will become so again."   High up among the clouds lies the lands of the Elvaan, Elfenheim. Blessed by the first dawn, mistress of the rising sun, the very earth literally floats in the air with ancient, forgotten magics. Numerous landmasses fill in the sky, forming a whole network of islands. The islands range from forests to plains to all manner of ecosystems. While villages dot all over the Land of the Floating Islands, upon the largest is built the glorious Elvaan city Elfenheim. While many are connected by networks of bridges, the chief means of travel among the farthest are the Elvaan airships, feats of craftsman ship only possible with the rare lumber of the floating islands. Elfenheim is ruled by a king along with a royal council made up of the representatives of all the islands in the realm. Legends speak of a human-elvaan couple, whose airship crashed to one of the most remote corners of the Land of the Floating Islands. The human husband bore the dying form of his elvaan wife, along with their crying baby son. He carried them up to the only shelter, a secluded shrine, where he discovered Vanya herself, the light crystal. With her last breath, the dying woman besought the benevolent crystal, "Please, take care of my little Galahad for me." The first dawn nodded and gently took up the child in her arms. The boy and his father lived beside the shrine, and Vanya helped raise Galahad as her own. The cheerful boy grew. He learned of arms and armor from his father, a former knight, and of holy magics from his adopted mother. He grew in strength and wisdom and wanted for nothing. But all things idyllic must come to an end. His human father finally passed. Vanya and Galahad laid him in a small tomb to rest beside his wife. The farewell was among the saddest moments of the boy's life. "Why did they have to die?" asked the boy of Vanya. Her answer, "It is a gift of the final night," was little comfort. The boy grew into a man. With the first dawn's blessing, he set out as a kind of knight errant. He glided over Elfenheim in his airship, christened the Dawnson, seeking wrongs to right, peace to restore, and innocents to protect. Where his airship passed, smiles returned, and hope renewed. He asked for naught in return. As his fame spread, more flocked to his airship to aid him, and his travels ranged wider. Flying throughout the various realms, the knight errant banished a cruel ogress, thwarted a wicked summoner's ritual, sealed a demon portal, purged an undead curse, and quelled even more perils not recorded in legend. The legends never did preserve the fate of the Elvaan swordmaiden, Arabeth. She was a champion Galahad faced during his quest to banish the ogress. The legends say that he bested her; in fact, he freed her from an ensorcelling curse. She joined his crew as did many others. Over the years, they grew close and eventually wed. Galahad and Arabeth stood fast together through many an adventure. However, one day, a massive dragon attacked Elfenheim. The Dawnson descended upon it. The confrontation between Galahad and the fearsome beast dragged out long and fierce. Neither would back down. With a deafening roar, the dragon was run through by the paladin's bright blade. Nearly as grim and deafening, the flailing dragon crashed against the Dawnson. The airship groaned as wood and steel rent. Both careen wildly through the screaming wind. The ground rushed to meet them with an earthshaking boom. A battered Galahad crawled his way from beneath the wreck. He took stock of the rest of the crew, the wounded, the fallen. The cost of the battle was steep, but he realized the cost steeper still. Arabeth smiled through painful, bloody coughs as claws of the fallen beast ran her through. Galahad cradled her tenderly and stayed with her until her loving eyes closed. Despite the peaceful smile, the grieving knight found himself echoing a heartwrenching question posed back in his childhood, "Why did she have to die?" Even so many years later, he still remembered his mother's response, "It is a gift of the final night." The paladin gathered his remaining crew, buried their dead, and restored the Dawnson. But his efforts turned to locating the dark crystal and traveled the realms. Months of searching brought Galahad to the mouth of an ancient cavern, deep within a dwarven citadel. The dauntless paladin braved the depths, nor could the countless beasts lying in wait deter him from his course. None know how long he traveled nor how many the hordes of monsters lying slain in his path. But his tenacity bore fruit. Galahad burst into the shrine and brandished his blade before the dark crystal Prometia. Then, she posed her stupefying offer, one he would not soon forget, "If my death would bring you peace, I would gladly give you my life." The paladin wore a baffled expression, and his poised sword arm fell limply to his side. He asked to confirm that she was Prometia, the dark crystal, the one who gifted the world with death. She confirmed it kindly, which only left Galahad all the more lost. Unflappably, Prometia played the generous hostess, inviting the light knight to sit and share some tea. He numbly complied, too puzzled to feel suspicious about poisons or the like. They sipped of the good tea and talked ... and talked. Another might feel more strange about chatting casually with one of the progenitors of the world, but Galahad was raised by one, so the scene was only somewhat surreal. Despite his grim intentions for her only a moment before, she seemed interested to hear more about him, and he certainly had plenty of stories to tell. He asked for more about her in return. She saw a shining, selfless hero; he saw a lady hid in the shadows but no less benevolent all the same. She invited him to stay as her guest. He could not deny her soft smile. His hand found itself around hers, squeezing gently. He could not help smiling a little broader at the extra color in her cheeks. It was then the dark knight made his fateful arrival. Unlike with the light knight, the dark knight's retribution would not be denied. Pleas of Galahad and Prometia fell on heedless ears, itching only for the clash of steel. A nigh unstoppable force smashed headlong against a veritable immovable object. The harder the dark knight pressed, the harder the light knight held him back. Who knows how long they clashed, but eventually the blows of each began to slow and weaken. Hopefully, they would simply tire and then talk about this like reasonable people. ... But the dark knight would not accept and sought a victory more costly than its worth. The dark knight hurled a most foul, blasphemous curse. Galahad's wearied limbs could not resist the dark magic. With his last moments of freedom, he stepped in front of Prometia protectively in the vain hope he could shield her. A resigned smile was the last he remembered before all went black.   "The mithra mage Lanakota Beniko is a strange one. She always walked with a seeming weight upon her. The few times I saw her, I have seen many expressions upon her from smiles to ferocity, yet always, she retains that weariness about her. I've never worked with her because everytime, she levels some inscrutable look at me and then leaves." "The dragoon Kayleigh Thorne is a stern, fierce warrior. I have seen her with her squad at work first hand. The Dawnson took my crew by one of her battles, a clash against an embarking fleet of barbarian ships. The Dawnson rained missiles upon the ships while I descended into the fray at the beachhead. I would not question her as competent, stout-hearted knight, but she has an emotional wall thicker than her plate about herself. Prodding her after the battle, I saw glimpses of a gentle warmth beneath that shell for each in her squad, but that's all she would reveal and not for lack of trying. For someone so devoted to defending her homeland, it is sad that she seems so grim and finds so little joy in her duty." "The little mage Yinji-Furinji is good example not to judge by appearances. I dare say that the first time I saw a band of frost giants descend on him, only for the little one to char the lot of them with miniature supernovas ... needless to mention, I was nearly as surprised as they were. My airship had been tracking that particular raiding band, so helped him mop up the lot. To this day, I doubt he needed it. In the brief time we spoke afterward, Yinii was such a bright, exuberant fellow, quite the big heart to make up for being a small guy."

 

Job/Level: Paladin 5
Race: Elvaan/Hume hybrid
EXP: 0
Destiny: 3
Gil: 375+562
Party: 560+252gil, Phoenix down, 2x eye-drops (blind heal), 1x mallet (transform heal), 2x antidote (poison heal), 1x holy water (zombie heal), 13x potions (25%), 5x ethers (25%)

Attributes	Score	Secondary	Score	Combat	Score
PWR	6	(P+R)/4Force	5	L/2+1ACC	3
RES	14+216	(R+22)xLHP	190	D/4+5+SAVD	8
DEX	3	(D+M)/4Finesse	2	A+SARM	32
MND	8	(M+2)xLMP	50	A+SM.ARM	21

Abilities	Action	Effect	Range
Cover	Instant (select/use)	takes covered ally damage after ally (M)ARM	Medium
Leadership	N/A	self/allies immune to berserk, charm, fear	Medium
Status Resistant	N/A	immune to Confuse, Stun	self
Skills	N/A	+5 skill points, +2 skill max	self
Sentinel	Instant on enemy turn	convert group effect to single with 2x damage	Group

Limit Abilities	Description
Saint's Cross	20hp (MxL/2) recover to self & ally whenever takes damage or negative status

Limit Breaks	Description
Light of Judgment	Attack: weapon 3 (+2), elemental (holy) 3, heal (half hp)5, Power item (sword) -1

 

Max:5

Athletics 4
Acting
Awareness 5
Escape 1
Healing 1
Inquiry 5
Language 3
Lore: History 1
Lore: Magic 1
Lore:
Mercantile
Nature 1
Negotiation 5
Perform 1
Scavenge
Stealth
Swimming 1
Synthesis:
Systems
Thievery
Vehicles 4
Other:

White Magic
Spells	Rank	MP Cost	Effect
Cure	Novice	7	heal Mx2+2d6 hp
Stop	Novice	4	inflicts Stop status (no move action, AVD 0)
Chivalry	Novice	1	remove all willing allies to safety except caster
Vox	Novice	3	cure Seal/Curse, immunity for combat
Aerora	Intermediate	30	Px5+2d6 (s) or Px3+2d6 (g) wind
Or Resonance	Intermediate	25	self, on physical hit, Rx2MARM damage, Mx2regen, +1 step per hit until L5

 

Attack

Weapon	Type	Accuracy	Damage	Special	Extra Properties	Tier
Iron broadsword	blade	+3	2x15+2d6	Reliable, Stop Touch	1	2

Armor and Accessories

Equipment	Type	ARM	M.ARM	AVD	Properties	Tier
Dwarven plate	heavy	25	14	0	+25% (M)ARM (already included)Fortified, +2 M.ARMCraft Bonus	3
Heavy Targe	shield	7	7	2	Res +2	3
Ring of Light	accessory				Accurate (+2 opposed rolls)	3

Inventory (10 Items Max):
2 potions (HP restore 1-25%) 47hp
1 ether (MP restore 1-25%) 12mp
1 ether+1 (MP restore 1-35%) 17mp
1 eye-drop (blind heal)
2 mallet (transform heal)
1 antidote (poison heal)
2 holy water (zombie heal)

[cottontailwind]

Old Man Ingo Name: Ingo Aliases: Old Man Ingo, the Lynx Knight, General Belesarius, Gabraeus Vulmo Belesarius Race: Hume Class/Job: Red Mage Crystal: Water, Naut Physical Description: Age: 60 Height: Taller than average Build: Lean Hair: Silver Eyes: Crystaline blue Memento: Fine chain circlet adorned with a brilliant opal He seemed ordinary. So overwhelmingly ordinary. In the flow and chatter of the street's daily foot traffic, he was just an old man passing through. A nobody, really. He'd a worn cloak like anyone and hunched to submerse into the crowd, but only barely. He walked slower than the rest, but should anyone have cared to watch, he was peering at all passerby with much purpose. He turned to peer at you. Into you. Searching, almost. With eyes clear and blue like the last of a passing rain. The skin around his eyes had been recently reddened and puffy, but beneath that skin was a seeping shadow that traced into nearby veins, betraying his seeming mundanity. You forgot yourself in that moment, never having felt so... seen. And then the moment was over. He tore that fiercely tranquil gaze from you and cast it upon the next stranger, then continued his walk, returning himself to the crowd entirely. He was gone. Ingo is and looks like an old man. He's slightly taller than average, and though he is lean, his slight hunch hides his height and build. He has strong cheekbones from which his skin hangs. His pale, searching eyes have begun to droop, giving him a perpetually sympathetic look. There is a faint darkness around his eyes, as if tattooed under his skin and flowing into nearby veins. Ingo's once-raven hair is now vibrantly silver, fine and falling long past his shoulders, though it tends to plaster to his face. In his youth, Ingo sported a perfect goatee, but despite all attempts to keep clean-shaven in his old age, he seems to always have several-day-old stubble. The red mage tends to huddle himself under his drawn, hooded cloak of what may once have been deep crimson, but has long since been soiled in dirt and dust. Personality: Goals: Ingo seeks to discover his late wife's destiny. He seeks to expand his gift of seeing the darkness in others into something more. In order to rediscover himself, find a purpose worth committing to, and learn what doing good looks like, Ingo must first: find in others what he seeks in himself. Quote: "I'm such a fool..." Victory Pose: Flourishes his weapon into its sheathe as he looks to the ground, forlorn, before looking upwards at the sky, longingly. Ingo can tend between brooding and weepy, however well-intended. He tries to find value in all others and imagine the world through their eyes, making him curious and something of a sentimentalist, but he is inexperienced in this regard, sometimes resulting in awkward exchanges. He clings to his late wife's beliefs that life is beautiful even in its ugliness, but struggles to own that belief as his own. A lifetime of misdeeds makes it easy for him to fall into guilt and self-deprecation when he wanders too far out of his shell. Ingo disdains the warmongering and dogma of greedy men. Ingo is drawn to those who are unsure of themselves and exhibit patience and compassion. Background: He would have been happy dying quietly as a nobody in that little nowhere village. The villagers could have known him simply as old man Ingo, the widower, who never rushed to or from his little fig orchard, who only wore the same three outfits of grey and brown, who never had an ill word for anyone, if any at all. They didn't have to learn that he used to be known as General Belesarius the Lynx Knight, one of the Grand Republic's most infamous killers and heroes. But they did learn these things. And the cost of learning it was their destruction.   As the story is told, in some places, the Grand Republic went to war with three neighboring city-states 336 years ago: Almstead, Havenheigm, and Enochtourine. Amidst growing political conflict and a particularly long winter that starved trade routes and populace alike, war was to be their only survival. The Republic would ultimately prove successful in annexing or destroying these city-states, and though it was a costly war, many heroes and legacies were established during this period. General Belesarius was no exception. The Lynx Knight, they called him. One of the few fabled dark knights, terrifying in that twisted armor. Charming but ever-focused with his sardonic laugh. It was said that on the battlefield, his laughter would echo over all death cries and clashes of metal. When he closed his eyes, he could sense the uncertainty of his enemies. Smell their self-deceptions. The dark knight's exploits included diplomacy and strategy, but he was most feared for his merciless blade in combat. He ended the nine year war by negotiating for Almstead's adoption into the Republic, vanquishing the beastmen of Havenheigm, and pacifying the hidden city, Enochtourine. General Belesarius disappeared shortly afterwards, surrounded in rumors ranging from self-sacrifice, to having been an avatar of war itself, to being ensorcelled by a witch. The disappearance only heightened his celebration throughout the Republic. The truth of this war and Belesarius' exploits was much more complicated. Belesarius began to doubt the integrity of the Republic, and subsequently, his lifetime of servitude and violence. During the war, Belesarius met a summoner with strange powers, named Remi, and in his growing displacement, accepted a charge to take her into hiding and keep her safe. * * * * And so, as the story is told, in some places, a particularly new village in the Great Grass Sea received two settlers some 327 years ago: Mira and Ingo, they claimed as their names, a big-hearted spiritualist and a somber gentleman. The village was Kuningan, a small, budding frontier settlement of the Great Grass Sea. Known in the common tongue as the Home of Brass, it consisted of a series of straw-roofed huts and clay adobes in fields of golden wheat, shimmering the flatlands' winds. It was the last settlement before the Frontier, a large stretch of the Great Grass Sea inhabited only by roaming monsters. As such, it'd became a sort of attraction for young adventurers eager to prove their mettle, and subsequently, a minor trading hub to the rest of the world. Humes and migrants were commonplace there, so nobody blinked when newcomers appeared and built a home for themselves. (It must have been coincidence that Kuningan began enjoying healthy rain seasons just at that point.) The couple bore two children as residents of Kuningan. The eldest grew up wide-eyed at the hunters and sellswords traveling to and from the Frontier, and left to become an adventurer while she was still young. Mira the spiritualist fell ill shortly after and died quietly in bed, surrounded by her husband, son, and fellow villagers. Before she passed, she presented Ingo with a memento: a fine chain circlet adorned with a beautiful opal. He thought it was the gemstone of her first bonded eidolon, a Carbunkle. "Please, my husband. We have been through so much together. My last wish is for you to see yourself as I see you, if only for a moment. My last wish is for you to carry on my destiny... Swear it, please..." He did, though she perished before she could elaborate. Ingo lost himself in isolation to avoid grief and guilt, after which their son left to find his sister. And so, in that little village at the edge of the world, one of the Republic's most famed warriors and strategists found himself alone and without purpose. He spent his days staving off guilt and grief by planting fig trees he knew wouldn't bear fruit in his lifetime. A small amends, but it kept him occupied until old age could claim him. Surely, he believed, he did not deserve a quiet death, despite thinking of it often. On one dry summer day, on his way to his little fig orchard, Ingo was met not with villagers waving good morning, but with their whispers and pointing. They avoided his path and his gaze. Strange. A young man approached Ingo as he planted. The man was a captain of the Grand Republic, having seemingly tracked their missing general and pleaded for him to return amidst new turmoils. "The appropriate age, the hint of a highland accent, the cursed markings of a dark knight's ambition around your eyes. I know it's you. I've studied your exploits and read all the dossiers on you, general. Will you forsake all your talents only to plant trees until you die?" Though he was entirely absent from his work, Ingo continued to plant without turning to face the captain. It would seem that the longer he remained absent to what was in front of him, the deeper the hole he dug. "What could you know...? For Almstead to be liberated was to reduce their people to second-class citizens in the Republic. They became slaves. Removing the threat of Havenheigm... an entire peoples banished from their home. I still hear the screams of their warriors dying to protect that land. I still feel the shaking of their city crumbling in on itself. ... If you truly know the Lynx Knight, then you know you cannot know someone simply by reading about them. The man you are looking for is dead. Buried. Perhaps in the scorched fields around Almstead, or in the ruins of Havenheigm. Perhaps with each of these seedlings. ... No, I've no more oaths left to swear. I owe a debt that cannot be repaid with more blood." Uninterested in rejoining the Republic or any of their current struggles, Ingo rebuked the captain and sent him from the village. He struggled to sleep that night. Screams awoke him. More bad dreams. It happened when he would run out of dried Patroot to put him to bed. Another peace he surely did not deserve, anyways. Except the screams were continuing. Ingo burst from his cottage to find the village of Kuningan burning, setting the night sky in a red glow. Armored men chased and cut down the villagers. Ingo raced into the fray without thought. A quick burst of magic disabled one soldier chasing a Mithra weaver. Ingo took his sword, feeling the hilt of a blade for the first time in decades. The grace of the Lynx Knight returned to him immediately, and immediately he was slicing and spinning through the fray, his silver hair whipping about him, his blade sending trails of blood into the night. Through the smoke, he smelled the self-doubt of someone following uneasy orders, and his blade found the flank of a soldier between two crumbled adobes. Over the heat of raging flames, he felt the self-deception of someone trying to make sense of a horror, and Ingo tumbled over the soldier and cut through him. He danced death through the burning village, as he had so long ago, except now he wept silently with each kill. He wept as he spun and cut down a soldier trying to pull a Hume child from a cart. "I didn't want any of this." He wept as he vaulted off one dying soldier onto another, piercing him before he could shoot down a fleeing Mithra stonecutter. "I don't want to be this person." He wept as he shoved one soldier into another and cut through them at once, allowing a the remains of a Mithra family to escape into the fields. "This isn't who I want to be!" Ingo stood upright, heaving at the center of the village, having dispatched the soldiers. Tears rolled from his cheeks, and soon, it began to rain. The blood and soot coating his loose doublet began to wash. "If you are not the killer you know yourself to be, then who are you?" Called the captain, standing before Ingo with his sword drawn. "I... I do not know. Anything but this," Ingo replied. The captain laughed and raised his cutlass: "If you will not return, will you show me the power that saved the Republic, or yield to the death you've so longed?" Ingo raised his own sword: "Then once again... before Death, I am servant before slave." They charged at each other. The captain mirrored Ingo's stance and strike, true to his research, but Ingo did not attempt to avoid it. Their blades cut into one another. Ingo's cut much deeper. Their faces now inches apart and contorted in determination, Ingo whispered something into the captain's ear. Whatever it was, the captain died there, the look of anger for the world chiseled into his face as he slumped into the mud. Ingo brought a hand to his wound and channeled into it, sealing the wound. He stood alone in the rain of the broken village, its fires simmering. At least, he thought he was alone. A figure appeared, clad in armor of spikes and razors. A subdued voice echoed from beneath the ominous helm and over the rainfall: "I am looking for a Caller of Eidolons, a summoner that speaks between worlds, brother. Was she here, in this village?" "I'm no kin to you, dark knight," Ingo spat. He was drenched, his silver hair plastered to his sunken face. "And if it's the caller you sought, then your villainy is for naught. She was my wife and she passed from this world years ago. As I told your captain, there is nothing here. And nothing is all you'll have gained." The dark knight stood quiet for a moment, the rain falling upon him giving a metallic echo. Then he laughed, deep and coarse. "It seems I was looking for you after all. We are kindred in darkness if I'd ever felt it. Your movements are those of a dark knight. You kill like a dark knight. Have you truly forgotten who you are in the favor of the crystal? Oh... she didn't tell you?" He chortled like a boar. "For all that Crystal learns, it does not seem inclined to share any of its secrets. That summoner that brought you to the Great Grass Sea was a Crystal Knight. The Guardian of the Water Crystal. Or, at least she was. It appears that burden has passed onto you." "What? ... Crystal Knight? The children's stories?" Ingo whispered, "Was that the secret destiny Remi spoke of...?" "They are no mere story," The dark knight boomed. "They are real. And powerful. The Water Knight was especially difficult to track before you took to the Great Grass Sea. Very clever of the Water Crystal to have sent its guardian to hide in the sanctuary of another Crystal. She appeared to have simply vanished... until fleeing here." "How did you find us?" Ingo pleaded into the rain. As if the answer mattered amidst all the ruin that followed him. "Why... why would you seek out a guardian of the crystals?" "Hmph. Rumors of a village in the driest region of the Great Grass Sea enjoying bountiful rain seasons gave us cause to suspect. And here you are. We come for you to weaken the Crystals, obviously. The Water Crystal is quite clever, indeed: it concealed itself, binding its illusion to its guardian. With the guardian in hiding for so long, the Water Crystal has remained hidden. But once I dispatch you, the Water Crystal will reveal itself. And in its revelation, it will be vulnerable." "I... I don't understand your purpose, dark knight," Ingo called, his voice growing coarse. "But if it is to work against my late wife and her destiny, then I stand against you." The dark knight snorted in disdain again. "Fool. She passed that burden along to you. Along with the death sentence that follows." He raised his wicked, curved blade, cutting into the rain. In response, Ingo raised his own blade, the blade of a fallen warrior. They charged and struck at one another with mirrored cuts. Neither attempted to avoid the attack. And though Ingo's blade cut deeper as it had the captain, causing the dark knight to gurgle, the blade that pierced into Ingo felt strange. He looked down and saw no blood. Only rain. The dark knight hissed in what could only have been a knowing smile. They stood there in the storm, locked together, their swords cut through the other. Then Ingo felt it. A numbness spreading from the wound. A grinding. He was turning to stone. "Predictable. What an old fool you are, Belesar-" the dark knight hacked and coughed. Blood was seeping onto Ingo's blade before washing into the mud. "Yes. I am certainly that." His legs were already petrified. It was spreading through his ribs. "... Do you... want to know... what I whispered to your captain... as he died?" The dark knight laughed, struggling to spit out the words. "Pray, tell me before you are ended." "The truth is..." * * * * The sound of a droplet echoed from all around him. How long had he been in that darkness, disembodied and alone with only his thoughts? Another droplet. It wasn't just water... it was a voice. The Crystal. Melodic and everywhere. Calling him. He answered. "Yes... yes, that was me that cried out. I lived a full life chasing what I thought was a greater good. I laughed at death. I was celebrated and feared and successful. And now that I've come to the end of my life... I'm terrified of dying. I don't know what doing good looks like anymore. It took the better half of my life to realize I didn't like the person I'd become, and now that I'm at the end of my life, I don't know who I am. Aren't I such an old fool...?" The droplet chimed again, rippling through the nothingness. "Change myself...? I couldn't. I didn't know how. I was stuck... The best I could do was to become nobody. Oh, how did Remi always seem so certain of herself and her destiny, even when things were at their worst? Why did Remi have to pass before me?" Another chime. "She could see herself because she could see into others? I see into others as well. But all I see in others is doubt and self-deception." The droplet chimed again. "No. No, of course that's not what I saw in Remi. Remi... loved life. Even at its ugliest, she found beauty. Even at its most lost, she saw hope... Very well. If that is to be my charge. I will first find in others what I seek in myself." The Crystal chimed, and the nothingness became something that he was rushing through. Colors and sounds, and soon he felt himself entering into his own skin like a suit. He forced open his eyes, burning as if seeing for the first time. He choked and gasped for air. He was alive again, albeit with a cryptic purpose and an alien openness to the world, but alive all the same. But in his newfound openness, he felt immediately that the world was not as he'd once known it. Something was wrong. With his late wife's circlet in hand, Ingo began his walk forward.   1. Kayleigh Thorne Dark armor. Dark eyes. Darker demeanor yet. This must be Miss Thorne, the infamous dragoon. She would have had to be young still, when acquiring such legends and rumors. Did she champion the Republic's war-lust, as I had so long ago? Did she laugh as she cut down her enemies, now here to render final condemnation in my forsaking the Republic? Or is there more to her stories, as those manufactured in my wake? When I fled the Grand Republic--when I fled my own choices instead of confronting them--was it really me who condemned them to repeat history? This child of the Republic, this Crystal Knight. Still struggling forward amidst such uncertainty. I would muster such a resolve. If this is the will of future generations, perhaps there is hope to unmake the mistakes made in our arrogance. I... I should have liked my own son and daughter to be as she. Oh, what a fool I've been... 2. Lanakota Beniko The Time Knife that terrorized the Republic's front lines is a... Mithra? ... I see. There is a hardness about her, perhaps necessary to survive the path she's chosen. A dedication of sorts, if masking a growing fatigue. But a dedication to what? She is said to have served every world power, loyal to none but her own cause. She is said to have been soldier, leader, teacher, spy, and now also Crystal Knight. Among so many roles and causes, what drives her forward? Does she carry her choices as victories or as burdens? How does she so change herself, and if she can change who she is amidst such a history, perhaps even I could...? ... Hm. Best to be prudent. She once warred against the Republic. Many Mithra perished when Remi and I were found hiding in the Great Grass Sea. I've still much to discover, and she may not be as curious about me as I am about her after discovering who I am... that is, who I used to be. 3. Fa'Kalaaq I'd heard legends of the eternal shaman of the Bangaa. I'd thought it some backwards mysticism, as the Republic would have it. I know now how wrong we were--how wrong I've been. Their dedication to their homeland. To all our homes, in some greater balance of the world. They must have known all along. What fools we've been... He seems a pup by Bangaa standards, but he's a clarity of purpose about him. An imposing gentleness, in knowing who he is. To be gentle... Remi had such a gentleness. The centeredness of someone who'd accepted their charge as a great avenger. I wonder, in his wisdom of Terra and his peoples' history, what he could tell me about Remi's destiny as a Crystal Knight. Could he help me carry on her destiny? Though... I wonder if the wisdom of the Bangaa shamans extends to knowing my role in the Republic's war against the beastmen. So many slaughtered in those canyons and caves. Expelling them from their mountains and destroying Havenheigm. I thought, at the time, that expelling them was the only way to save them. But what if he deems otherwise, deems me unworthy of carrying on Remi's destiny as a Crystal Knight?

OOC Instant Action: Move: Action: Status Effects: Statblock   Old Man Ingo Name: Ingo | Race: Hume | Age: 60 | Job: Weapons: Arcane, Blade, Reach, Brawl, Huge Armor: Heavy Magic School: BlackDark Knight | Level: Level 3/Character Creation: Red Mage Level 4: Red Mage Level 5: Red Mage Job change! Level 5: Dark Knight5 HP: 130/25% for SOS: 32 20% for Regen/Poison: 26130 | MP: 65/65 | PWR: 4 | RES: 8 | DEX: 8 | MND: 11 Force: 3 (Opposed rolls gain an additional +2 (from tier 3 accessory)OR 5) | Finesse: 4 (Opposed rolls gain an additional +2 (from tier 3 accessory)OR 6) | AVD: +2 from DEX (DEX/4) +4 from Dark Knight6 | ACC: +2 from Level (Level/2) +2 from Dark Knight4 | ARM: +12 from heavy tier 2 armor12 | M.ARM: +8 from heavy tier 2 armor8 Skills: Athletics (2) | Awareness (5) | Inquiry (4) | Lore (Everything) (7) | Nature (2) | Negotiation (2) | Stealth (6) | Synthesis (Armor) (7) Abilities: (Innate Ability) Declare Darkside as an Instant Action. Next attack or spell deals Shadow damage instead of normal type. Damage steps increased by 3. User suffers damage equal to 25% of maximum HP. If attack or spell was a critical hit or causes a Limit Break, it deals 50% instead. If the user is reduced to 0 HP in this way, gain a Dark Knight physical scar. Darkside | The character may now use her DEX score for the purposes of calculating of damage with any weapon category, and she may substitute her MND score for her PWR score for the purposes for calculating damage with spells.Charismagic | Upon taking this ability, the character receives an additional 5 skill points to distribute anywhere she sees fit. Skill points do not have to be spent immediately. Furthermore, the maximum number of points you can have in any skill is now limited by your (Finesse +3) instead of your (Finesse +1). The ability may be taken multiple times, granting 5 additional skill points and increasing the cap by two each time.Skillful Hero | Espers: Carbunckle Summoning an Esper is a Slow Action. Espers cannot be affected by Knockback or Disarm, cannot have their equipment targeted or broken, do not take falling damage, cannot have their spells interrupted, cannot be swayed or affected by skills of any sort, such as an attempt to intimidate or coerce, and cannot receive the effects of Haste (unless they already have the Auto-Haste property). An Esper may act immediately upon being summoned. The Esper can stay on the battlefield for up to three rounds before automatically being dismissed. An Esper can be dismissed sooner than this if the battle ends, if it loses all of its HP, or if the characters choose to send it away. Once an Esper is dismissed, the summoners rejoin the battle, become active targets for damage and attacks, and all status conditions inflicted continue to take effect. On the Esper's third turn, they may Instantly and automatically utilize a powerful ability known as an Astral Flow before they depart. These attacks are of immense potency, capable of altering entire landscapes with their destructive and restorative properties. Upon summoning, the Individual Esper summoner becomes untargetable and protected by the guardian creature's powerful magic. The player is then able to take a normal turn using the Esper that has been summoned. They may move, cast spells, and use any of the attacks on the Esper's list, using the character's normal attributes.All damage done by the Esper is automatic, not requiring an attack role, and considered nonelemental magic damage that is reduced by MARM as normal unless specified otherwise.Grand Summoner | Pact Gift: Carbunckle's Glowstone: Simply picking up any discarded chunk of earth and concentrating, Carbunckle's Summoner may grant the stone the Glowing property. This Glowstone emits enough light to help the party find their way even in pitch blackness, but loses all magical properties and reverts back to a regular rock the moment it leaves the Summoner's grasp.Glowstone | Animal Companion: The companion is loyal enough that it can never be persuaded to act in any way contrary to the direct wishes of the PC. If the owner controlling an Animal Companion is reduced to 0 HP or otherwise incapacitated, it will generally not act until its owner has been revived. Carbunckle's Animal Companion form is only a partial manifestation into this world. Its Animal Companion abilities cannot be used while it is fully summoned and vice versa. Cheer: Triggered ability. Following a Complication, +4 to next roll. The companion is oddly comforting when things seem dire, and can provide encouragement even in the face of overwhelming adversity. The character gains a +4 bonus on the next roll made after sufffering a Complication. Rejuvenate: Standard Action once per combat to remove one negative status effect and restore 2d6+11 MP. The creature is able to assist the party by bolstering their spirits with an amusing display, by using a small amount of white magic, or just calling out with encouraging noises. You may command your companion to use this healing power as a Standard Action once each combat. It removes one negative status effect and restores (Owner's Highest Attribute x Half Nature skill) + 2d6 MP to one target of your choice. This Carbunckle is quite curious, spending an unusual degree of time in the mortal world in its attachment to Ingo. Beyond the normal bond of an eidolon and summoner, it is still only partially manifested into the mortal world.Carbunckle Spells: Cure (7 MP) (2d6+22) Target: Single Type: Recovery Reflectable Small, glittering particles of light twinkle down upon the target, filling their lungs and bathing their wounds in white. Cure restores (MND x 2) + 2d6 points of HP to any conscious target.Cure, Life (30 MP) Target: Single, Short Range Type: Recovery May only be cast at Short Range on an ally with 0 HP. Returns from slain/feinted to 1 HP. Gained at Level 5 (Red Mage).Life, Resonance (25 MP) Target: Self Type: Status A recursive ring of light swirls about your body that lets out a low, echoing note whenever an enemy wounds you. Whenever the caster of Resonance takes damage from a enemy’s physical attack, their attacker suffers (RES x 2) points of M.ARM damage and the character regains (MND x 2) points of health as Regeneration. The next time the character is struck, these values are both increased by one step; for example, the fifth time that Resonance activates in a single encounter, the attacker would suffer (RES x 6) damage and the character would regain (MND x 6) HP. These damage and healing step values may not exceed the character’s level, and Resonance fades at the end of combat. Gained at Level 4.Resonance, Water (5 MP) (2d6+33 / 2d6+11) (Charismagic allows use of MND) Target: Single or Group Type: Elemental (Water) Reflectable Water begins to filter out of the air, forming a solid ball around the target that lifts it off the ground before bursting in a shower of liquid. Water inflicts (PWR x 3) + 2d6 points of Water damage to the target, or (PWR x 1) + 2d6 points of Water damage to all enemies.Water, Drain (25 MP) (2d6+33) (Charismagic allows use of MND) Target: Single Type: Elemental (Shadow) Blood-red orbs circle the target, growing larger and more livid as they draw out the very essence of the target's life; once full, the orbs return to the caster, releasing their payload of stolen vitality on contact. Drain inflicts (PWR * 3) + 2d6 points of Shadow damage to the target, and the caster regains a number of Hit Points equal to the amount lost by the target. Gained at Level 5 (Dark Knight).Drain, Stop (4 MP) Target: Single Type: Status Reflectable, Resistible The joints of the target bend and lock suddenly, leaving the target unable to move. While definitely uncomfortable, the paralyzing effects of this spell are completely painless and cause no lasting damage. The target is affected by the negative status effect Stop.Stop, Sleep (5 MP) Target: Single Type: Status Reflectable, Resistible Clouds of light mist play around the target as an apparition of the moon appears overhead. If the target doesn’t resist the calming influence of the starlight softly showered over it, it becomes inflicted with the Sleep status ailment. Although Sleep ends if the target takes damage, this spell remains a powerful method of temporarily taking one foe out of the fight. Gained at Level 4.Sleep, Twilight (8 MP) Target: Special Type: Elemental (Shadow) Resistible By casting this loathsome spell the mage can induce natural illness or weakness. Normally this spell targets only a single character, but by casting it on a city’s food or water supply it can affect multiple targets. It can cause a healthy individual to become bed-ridden with a hacking cough, or a target already suffering a serious illness to suddenly worsen or even die. In combat, a Humanoid who fights with Hex suffers various penalties. In the first round the target is afflicted with Hex, they suffer a -1 penalty to their ACC and AVD scores. In the second round, this penalty remains and they also have a 25% chance to fall unconscious whenever they make a Slow action. In the third round and onward, the chance to fall unconscious occurs whenever they make a Standard action as well. Hex can only be removed with the Healing skill or white magic.Hex, Twilight (2 MP) Target: Local Type: Effect Torches and lanterns wink out, and a strange darkness creeps outwards, reducing the illumination in the area and turning the battlefield into Difficult Terrain. Bright, direct sunlight becomes shadowy and causes a -2 penalty to attack rolls for both enemies and allies alike. If the spell is cast in an environment that is already dark, the area becomes pitch black and all combatants are affected by the negative status effect Blind, which cannot be removed by other spells or items. The effects of the Twilight spell last for several turns.Twilight Limit Abilities: You may cast one spell each round as a Standard Action instead of a Slow Action.Fastcast Limit Breaks: Rank: 1 | Effects: Blind (2), Speed Break (4), Area Effect (5), Undead Immune (-1) All enemies make a Force or Finesse roll to avoid being Blinded for 4 rounds. All enemies' Finesse, AVD, and ACC scores are halved for 4 rounds. Undead are immune. Ingo's history as a Dark Knight haunts him. When in danger, the darkness of his former life spills forth. Ingo's cursed markings, the shadows beneath the skin around his eyes, seep down his face like a tar and into the world. The surrounding area darkens, shadows splaying and dancing until they rise from their surfaces. They grasp and dive and shriek terribly at the enemies. Ingo channels his enemies' doubts and self-deceptions to cripple them in a nightmare prison made real.Lingering Nightmares Equipment: Right Hand: Tier 2 Blade Weapon | Humanoid Eater | Reliable 2d6+16 ((PWR or RES*2)+2d6) (Charismagic allows use of DEX) Humanoid Eater: If equip-ee slays a Humanoid, regain HP and MP equal to the amount of damage done in the same round. Reliable: Allows the wielder to reroll one attack per combat and use whichever roll result they prefer. A hefty blade that appears to be made of silver. Fine grooves along its edges catch what lesser blades would simply spill. Crafted by Aria for Ingo after he embraced his past as a Dark Knight. Penitent | Left Hand: Empty | Armor: Tier 2 Heavy Armor | Jagged ARM: 12 | M.ARM: 8 Jagged: When struck by Short Range spell or attack, opponent takes 10 (PWR * Half Level) damage, ignoring ARM, Protect, and all other type of damage reduction. Glistening, black armor that covers the arms and legs. A loose, shimmering robe covers the torso and flows from the waist. A heavy, black, fur-lined cloak creates an ephemeral and unnerving appearance.Wicked Mail | Accessory: Tier 3 Accessory | Accurate Bearer enjoys +2 on all opposed rolls. A circlet consisting of several fine chains, adorned with a brilliant opal. The shimmer in the gem seems to ebb and flow when under soft light, as if reflecting a far away tide. A gift from Remi to Ingo on her deathbed.Opal Circlet Pack: Tier 1 Consumable | HP RestoreHealing Potion x 1, Tier 1 Consumable | MP Restore This ether is especially concentrated and potent. Restores 30% MP instead of the standard 25%.Ether, Quality-Made x 1, Tier 1 Consumable | MP Restore This ether is especially concentrated and potent. Restores 25% MP.Ether x 3, Tier 2 Consumable | Cure Seal. A soothing tonic for the voiceless.Echo Screen x 1 | Tier 3 Shield | SOS-Invisible ARM: 7 | MARM: 7 | AVD: 2 A well-polished, medium shield that glints translucent in certain angles.Getaway Shield | Tier 2 Medium Armor | Confuse-Proof ARM: 8 | MARM: 8 A hooded, sleeveless trench jacket once favored by field researchers.Field Researcher's Jacket Status Effects: If equip-ee slays a Humanoid, regain HP and MP equal to the amount of damage done in the same round.Human Eater, When struck by Short Range spell or attack, opponent takes 10 (PWR * Half Level) damage, ignoring ARM, Protect, and all other type of damage reduction. Jagged Gil: 327 | XP: 10/16 | Destiny Points: 0 Quote: "I'm such a fool..." Victory Pose: Flourishes his weapon into its sheathe as he looks to the ground, forlorn, before looking upwards at the sky, longingly.   Carbunckle Tier: 1 | Summoning: Individual | Cost: N/A HP: 63/63 | ARM: 0 | MARM: 0 | AVD: 4 Statuses: Immunity to negative status effects.Impervious, Takes 200% from all physical sources and half from all magical sources.Unusual Defense: Physical, Auto-The literal opposite of Poison. While under the effects of Regen, a character gains 20% of his max HP at the end of each of his turns.Regen, Auto-Most magic that would otherwise affect the target is instead redirected towards a random target on the opposite side. For example, this means that casting Fire on a Reflected enemy will result in you or one of your allies being damaged instead.Reflect Spells: Dia (2d6+18) Target: Single Type: Elemental, Holy Reflectable Pinpricks of white light circle the target rapidly, blasting away with tiny beams of light for a moment before dissipating. Dia inflicts (PWR x 2) + 2d6 points of Holy damage, and removes magically-granted [I]Invisibility] and natural Stealth from the enemy, as it is now dimly outlined with a white glow. Foes who have taken damage from the Dia spell cannot successfully make Stealth rolls until the end of combat.Dia, Wall Target: Single Type: Effect The user of this spell is capable of forming a shimmering barrier of magical force, strong enough to deflect and absorb most projectile attacks. All attacks made against the target of a Wall spell from a Medium Range or Long Range away are negated. Short Range attacks are unaffected, and the spell ends if the Walled character is ever the target of a Critical Hit of Limit Break, regardless of distance. This spell is not a status effect and cannot be removed with Dispel or similar methods.Wall, Meteorite (2d6+27) Target: Group Type: Non-elemental The caster tears a small meteorite free from its path across the cosmos, puling it down to earth where it crashes into all enemies. Meteorite inflicts (PWR x 3) + 2d6 points of non-elemental damage to all enemies.Meteorite Abilities: (2d6+18, non-elemental, ignore Shell and Unusual Defense) The tiny gem within Carbunckle's forehead sears a foe with ruby energy, doing (RES x 1) or (MND x 2) + 2d6 points of non-elemental damage that ignores the effects of Shell and Unusual Defense.Searing Light, Carbunckle raises its head, causing the light of the sun to reflect off its ruby brightly. The reflected light seems to coat one of the Summoner's party members. As the light dies, the affected party member feels lighter in spirit, as though the light is protecting him. The target gains the positive status effect Reflect for several rounds.Ruby Light, Astral Flow: Carbunckle rears up onto its hind legs, staring at the sun. Suddenly, it launches itself into the air, spinning around quickly. Once it is several feet off the ground, it seems to pause, floating in midair as it collects the solar rays. Finally, it releases its accumulated light over the Summoner's party, coating each in a divine light and granting each party member with Reflect and Shell for several rounds, and restoring (MND x 3) MP to all party members.Shielding Light Devotion: The Esper of glee has no driving goals, content to watch the character do what they like so long as it does not interrupt Carbunckle's naptime. Carbunckle never costs Destiny to summon, and always grants his Pact Gift automatically. Pact Gift: Simply picking up any discarded chink of earth and concentrating, Carbunckle's Summoner may grant the stone the Glowing property. This Glowstone emits enough light to help the party find their way even in pitch blackness, but loses all magical properties and reverts back to a regular rock the moment it leaves the Summoner's grasp. This Carbunckle was imparted to Ingo by his late wife, Remi, shortly before she died. Ingo refused to call the creature for a long time, unable to confront his grief. What he didn't know was how Remi foresaw the crucial role this lighthearted Esper could play in Ingo's journey to reclaim himself. As fickle punishment for being slighted during the years it was never called once, and because it can't stand Ingo's moping, Carbunckle now requires Ingo to concentrate on a different memory of happiness every time it's summoned.

[Reistar]

Name: Aria Deepchasm
Race: Mithra
Class: Thief
Quote: “What use is being a thief if you can’t steal some hearts along the way?”

Description: Aria is a fairly ordinary looking Mithra. She looks neither young nor old and is on the shorter side for a Mithra at 5 feet. She has feminine curves but is lean and wiry rather than muscular. Her dark brown hair is not quite shoulder length and held back from her forehead by a dark purple headband. Her eyes are not quite black, although most people don’t notice since she usually avoids direct eye contact. Her only jewelry is an earring in the shape of a dangling teardrop that sometimes looks like it holds glowing embers and at other times a flame. Her skimpy clothing reveals tan skin, although she does have arm and leg guards and soft leather boots that are surprisingly sturdy and perhaps not so surprisingly quiet. The amount of pockets on her clothing is truly marvelous because only a few are obviously visible. People have often exclaimed, “Where did that come from?!” when she pulls something from off her person.

Backstory: Aria grew up in a traveling merchant family. It was a big family to begin with, lots of aunts and uncles and cousins, and eventually 12 siblings. Aria was in the middle, and although her parents loved all their children, there were quite a few of them and there were many demands on her parents attention besides the children. Unlike most of her siblings, Aria’s response to this was to sneak away and learn something “fun.” Her definition of fun changed daily. Sometimes it was learning to juggle or do gymnastics from the performing troop that had joined their caravan for a while. Sometimes it was to listen to the adults haggle over merchandise. Sometimes it was to explore the city they happened to be staying at that day. Sometimes it was to seek out classes for magic users and listen with rapt attention until someone finally noticed her and asked where her parents were. The world was full of wonders and Aria wanted to discover them all.

When Aria reached adulthood, she bid farewell to her family and set out to have adventures of her own. The first year or so was rather disastrous because although Aria had learned many things, life on the road on one's own was rather unforgiving. Luckily, she happened to run into an experienced thief who taught her how to steal and not get caught, and more importantly, what to steal and how to sell it. The thief taught her how to be a lover as well, and how that could also be used in thievery. Her motto was, “What use is being a thief if you can’t steal some hearts along the way?” which Aria happily adopted. This came in very useful in her continuing adventures.

Aria enjoyed a challenge, sometimes stealing something just to prove it could be done, but she never stole from someone who couldn’t afford it and she never destroyed what she stole. It was from one of her lovers that she learned of a mysterious mountain and the rumored treasure within, for those brave enough to scale its heights. Little did she know that this challenge would alter the path of her life irrevocably. The flame haired man she met in the surprisingly warm cave at the top of the mountain seemed quite amused and impressed by Aria as she told him of her trek to the top of the mountain and her adventures thus far. He declared that she was fit to be his knight and from then on she wielded the emblem of fire. Her adventures for a time became even grander than she could have ever imagined, but then came the dark time of the war, and she sensed the magic and wonder slowly leaving the world. Desperate to try to save some of the history and majesty of the world, she started stealing and preserving artifacts and records of the races and cultures she had encountered, storing them in the cave of the fire crystal, in hopes that one day balance would be restored and people would want to know about the world that was.

She knew of the other crystal knights, even met one or two in passing, but hadn’t had much to do with them. Even so, she was deeply saddened when she learned that one of them had sinned, and horrified when he began murdering the others. Through stealth and guile, she managed to avoid his attempts to kill her. Until one day she learned of a wonder from before the war; an entire library within a slim book of gold. Too late she realized the trap he had set for her, and her dying thought was regret that she would see no more wonders, and face no more challenges.

When she woke, she knew something was wrong. Very wrong. The world didn’t feel right, she couldn’t remember who she was, and she felt as though she’d lost something she could never get back. When she found the Fat Chocobo, and the avatar of the crystal of light, she felt as though she’d been given a second chance to protect her world, and a fierce sense of determination to bring back wonder and magic. Who better to steal them back than a thief?




Character stats:
HP: 100/100
MP: 30/30

PWR 4
RES 6
DEX 14+2
MND 7

Force: 2
Finesse: 5

ACC: 4
AVD: 10

Destiny: 2
Gil: 425

Weapon: Tier 3 Ranged/SmugglerConcealed: Sleep TouchDream Dagger 43+2d6 damage
Armor: Tier 2 Medium: Concealed Leather Armor (ARM 8, M.ARM 8)
Accessory: Flame Earring: Fire Proof

Abilities:
Innate: Steal
Treasure Hunter
Sneak Attack
Smuggler
Skillful
Limit Ability: Master Thief
Limit Break: attack: Weapon 3 Status: Stop, Poison, Blind, Sleep (8) Power Item: weapon (-1)Malboro Venom

Skills

 

Athletics +5
Acting
Awareness (Use Thievery)
Escape
Healing
Inquiry 2
Language
Lore
Mercantile +6
Nature
Negotiation
Perform
Scavenge +2
Stealth +6
Swimming
Synthesis (weapon) +7
Thievery +7
Vehicles

 

Aria Name: Aria Deepchasm | Race: Mithra | Job: Weapons: Brawl, Concealed, Ranged Armor: Light, MediumThief | Level: 4 HP: 100/25% for SOS: 25 20% for Regen/Poison: 20100 | MP: 24/24 | PWR: 4 | RES: 6 | DEX: 14 Base DEX +2 from Tier 2 Armor16 | MND: 7 Force: 2 | Finesse: 5 | AVD: 10 | ACC: 4 | ARM: 8 | M.ARM: 8 Skills: Athletics (5) | Awareness (Treasure Hunter Thief Class Ability allows use of Thievery skill for all Awareness rolls.7) | Inquiry (2) | Mercantile (6) | Scavenge (2) | Stealth (6 Base Stealth +3 from half of Mercantile skill, rounded down, from Smuggler Class Ability9) | Synthesis: Weapon (7) | Thievery (7) Abilities: You may use the Thievery skill to pickpocket in combat, and with a much wider variety of possibilities at the GM's discretion; often everything from snatching your opponent's weapon to the clothes off his back, proving once and or all that the hand is indeed quicker than the eye. In order to Steal in the midst of combat, a Standard action and opposed check is required - the Thief rolls her Thievery skill versus the Finesse of one opponent within a Short Range. A success means that the Thief managed to nab her chosen prize, where a failure means that Steal has no effect. If the Thief doesn't already have a specific object in mind, the Bestiary lists the items that can be stolen from any given monster; however, we're certain that creative Thieves will find better uses for this ability than simply lining their pockets and disarming enemies.Innate: Steal | The character may now choose to use her Thievery skill in place of her Awareness skill on all checks. In addition, a character with Treasure Hunter never has to make Escape checks to Run Away in combat - it is assumed that they always automatically succeed if they choose to do so.Treasure Hunter | Whenever the Thief participates in a successful Teamwork Attack they are treated as having the Lucky property (allowing for critical hits to occur on attack rolls of 11-12) and their damage dealt is increased by two steps. Sneak Attack | All of the character's weapons are treated as though they were also Concealed, allowing the Thief to deal additional damage during the first round of combat. Any Special Vehicle owned by the Thief or a member of the party gains the Smuggler's Hold feature (or any other feature of your choice if it already had access to a Smuggler's Hold). And finally, the Thief may add half of their Mercantile to their Stealth rolls, rounded down.Smuggler | Upon taking this ability, the character receives an additional 5 skill points to distribute anywhere she sees fit. Skill points do not have to be spent immediately. Furthermore, the maximum number of points you can have in any skill is now limited by your (Finesse +3) instead of your (Finesse +1). The ability may be taken multiple times, granting 5 additional skill points and increasing the cap by two each time.Skillful Hero Limit Abilities: After gaining this ability, there is literally no longer any limit to what can be stolen with a Thievery skill check at appropriately high difficulties outside of combat, and characters are encouraged to be outrageous in the use of this ability. Be aware the GM will undoubtedly set the difficulty for such feats as "Godlike" and "Impossible" - and rightly so! During a combat situation, however, the Thief may still attempt to Steal any of the following from his enemies: Cool Stuff: The Thief can often nab crafting additional Components from Notorious Monsters and Bosses, though generally at a much lower tier level than the party is used to or would obtain with a successful Scavenge skill check. Essence: The Thief may instantly remove 25% of his opponent's maximum HP and MP with a successful Steal, which is then added to his current HP (and MP, if applicable) totals directly as a Regeneration effect. Destiny: The Thief may snatch a single point of Destiny from his opponent. There's no way to tell how many points of Destiny a monster has (if any!) before this maneuver is attempted, however. Ability: The Thief strips their monstrous target of their powers, gain any one of the following Monster Abilities if the creature possesses them: Regeneration, Flight, Unusual Defense, Counterattack, Magical Counterattack, Status Touch, Flawless Spell, Submerge, or Inhale. The enemy then loses access to this ability until the end of combat. If used on an opponent with Job Abilities, the same rule of thumb applies; the target loses access to one Job Ability of the thief's choice (that cannot be a Limit Ability) and the character gains access to it.Master Thief Limit Breaks: Rank: 1 | Effects: Attack: Weapon (3), Status: Stop, Poison, Blind, Sleep (8), Power Item: Weapon (-1) Strike with the equipped weapon at medium range with non-elemental damage and at +2 damage step increase. The target makes an opposed Force roll to avoid being Stopped, Poisoned, Blinded, and Sleeped for 4 rounds.Malboro Venom Equipment: Right Hand: Tier 3 Ranged/Concealed Weapon | Sleep Touch | Distance | Backstab 2d6+45 ((DEX*3)+2d6) Sleep Touch: On a successful weapon attack, may choose to deal 50% damage and make an opposed Force/Finesse roll to inflict Sleep on the target for 4 rounds. Ranged: Allows the wielder to attack enemies up to a Medium Range without penalty, and can attack foes at Long Range by taking a -4 penalty to attack rolls. Ranged weapons do not suffer any penalties for attacking flying targets. Backstab: Allows the wielder to inflict +1 damage step in the first attack made of each combat. (Smuggler class ability allows weapons to be treated as Concealed.)Dream Dagger | Left Hand: Empty | Armor: Tier 2 Medium Armor | Attribute Bonus Attribute Bonus: +2 to DEX ARM: 8 | MARM: 8Concealed Leather Armor | Accessory: Tier 3 Accessory | Fire Proof Bearer enjoys immunity to fire elemental damage.Flame Earring Pack: Empty Gil: 1077 | XP: 0 | Destiny Points: 2 Status Effects: Immune: Fire Quote: "What use is being a thief if you can’t steal some hearts along the way?"

[Wisp]

... The Basics Name: Charon Race: With Unusual Species, planning on taking Arcana to represent what her parents did when she was a child to keep her alive.Hume Age: 23 Job: Black Mage Crystal: Fire Appearance Slight in all respects, Charon doesn't cut an imposing figure, far from it. The young woman is short by most standards, and looks as though she could do with a good meal. None of which helps to make her look less like an apparition, as with fair skin, dark hair, and vibrant blue eyes many do a double take to confirm she isn't in fact a ghost. Charon does nothing to counteract this assumption keeping her posture near perfectly straight and moving with surprising grace almost appearing to drift along with little to no effort. In general her attire is simple but well made, a commoner's clothes but with a noble touch. Golden embroidery, velvet lining, and white fur trim are just a few of the notable additions that distinguish Charon from the crowd. Another, and perhaps the most recognizable for those in the Republic, is a silver amulet emblazoned with the crest of the fallen house Dorrett. The most notable part of the young lady's outfit however is the oddity of her wearing both a cloak, a simple cream colored affair whose hood is perpetually up, and a cape, a much shorter deep navy bit of fabric embroidered with golden thread and trimmed with fur. Nearly every inch of the young woman is covered by some article of clothing the exceptions being her hands and face. A tell tale sign she's used to the colder climates of the north, and a quirk that makes her stick out in warmer climates often looking less like a ghost and more like a fool. Yet she's never seen without each and every one of her layers, and for good reason for beneath all the cloth spreading across her skin like roads on a map are thin scars that, at a glance, look as though they were made with surgical precision. The thin lines tell a story Charon never will, and so they remain hidden from the world. Personality "Fire is unpredictable. You think you have it beat and it comes back ten times stronger, or it's all bluster and a drop of water turns it into a sputtering mess. How are people any different?" People say a person's surroundings shape who they are, yet there are some who can push past the chains of their lives and become something else entirely. Charon would consider herself to be one such individual. Despite the harshness of her homeland, the eccentricities of her parents, and the general populace's dismal view of her family Charon stands as a bright, cheerful, and kindhearted individual. She's a soul seemingly unperturbed by all the darkness in the world and one that focuses on bringing warmth and light into the lives of the people she meets, and tackles each day with optimism, exuberance, and a can-do attitude. Friendly and soft-spoken, Charon is a surprisingly gentle soul who continually puts others before herself, even to her own detriment. Add onto this a reckless bravery, and a willingness to throw herself into harm's way in place of others and you have a seemingly selfless young lady but everyone has their secrets. Charon’s involve her seeking the approval of others and a selfish want to feel like she belongs somewhere. On top of that she's a brick wall with anything concerning her own history, feelings, or desires swiftly changing the subject or simply refusing to talk about it. Add onto that a constant sense of self-doubt and you have the basis of Charon. A young woman who hides her fears behind the guise of an eternally cheerful and optimistic individual. History "I'm...Charon."   Born as Lucina Marie Dorrett, Charon started her life as the only child of Bertrand and Rosalyn Dorrett. Each an accomplished mage in their own right, Bertrand blue and Rosalyn white, in addition both of them held high positions at the Institute for Magical Advancement and Engineering in the capital of the Grand Republic. If that wasn't enough Charaon's father, Bertrand, was the head of house Dorrett, a well-respected noble family that could trace its lineage back to the founding of the Republic. A fact that afforded the family privileges above most and solidified them as a name known throughout the Republic. Yet, Charon's life was set to be cut short before it began. She was a sickly child and the majority of her younger years were spent laid up in bed. Her condition caused her parents to retire from their work at the Institute and retreat to the western reaches of the Republic. The wilder, less law-riddled part of the Republic. Why, simple, they turned their efforts to finding a way to ensure their daughter lived more than a handful of years. While Charon was oblivious to her parent’s machinations she spent what few days she could shamble out of bed curled up in the massive library contained within the manor she called home. Her time outdoors in the town of Marviken was limited to trips to the local market with her mother. Through the years Bertrand and Rosalyn worked hard to find a way to extend their daughter’s life. Yet, each step forward resulted in two steps back. Though, one supposes finding a way to permanently infuse an individual with the essence of a crystal is not a simple task. The two came up with countless theories most of which remained untested until Charon was ten. The young lady succumbed to her illness and grew worse by the day. Desperation took hold and Charon’s parents turned to methods they both abhorred. Not wanting to attempt untested theories on their daughter they sought out prisoners, beggars, and travelers, anyone who would go unmissed. The duo’s efforts failed nine times out of ten and the one time it wouldn’t the person was never the same. As Charon grew worse her parents grew more desperate. Nothing they tried proved effective, so Bertrand decided to visit an old friend, Estrus Ringold. When Bertrand returned he had with him a small red-orange crystal. It was a small fragile-looking thing but there was power in that small stone and it was Charon’s last chance. With heavy hearts her parents went about fusing the crystal and the power within to their daughter. Days of work, and weeks of waiting later and Charon opened her eyes. It was a relief for her parents, but the relief was short-lived. They feared what they managed to do would fail one day and wanted to be ready for such an occurrence. So, despite Charon’s miraculous recovery, the two weren’t around to enjoy it. With her newfound health, the young lady discovered she had a bit of magical talent, something her condition kept her from discovering earlier. It was a talent her parents encouraged and nurtured when they could. Years passed and Charon grew from a young girl into a young lady. Despite her generally good health Charon would relapse at least once a year and this spurred her parents to continue their research. Going further and further beyond methods they previously condoned to do it, even going so far as to start taking townsfolk to test on. It wasn't until she was sixteen that Charon realized the implications of her parent's research. One night the young lady found her father dragging the unconscious form of the innkeeper's son through the servant's entrance. Suffice to say an argument in contention for disagreement of the century ensued, in the end, the young man was let go. With no real idea of what to do with her new insight she began to keep a closer eye on her parent's movements. Yet, that wasn't enough. The innkeeper's son had a good memory and his tale only helped to enforce the town's suspicion and disdain for the Dorretts. So, when the mob of townsfolk showed up on their doorstep Bertrand and Rosalyn greeted them with hostility. They denied no accusations thrown their way, laughed in the face of the town's fear, and went so far as to strike at those with the courage to actively confront them. With tensions reaching an all-time high between the two sides, the townsfolk did the one thing they could think of, asked those in power for help. The final conflict started with a cease and desist order from the king. An order that was blatantly ignored by Charon's parents, who instead went so far as using their failed attempts at recreating their success with Charon as a personal guard. A denial of a peaceful solution in the king's eyes and the last spark needed to ignite the flames of conflict. Retribution was swift and unforgiving, the event that would later be referred to as the Fall of House Dorrett was over within a fortnight, such was the king's power and the power of the knight of the fire crystal. The night the manor fell Charon had her first and last conversation with Estrus Ringold, the knight of the fire crystal and unbeknownst to her the reason she was still alive. The pair met in the library, and spoke at length about her parents, their demise, their research, their failures, their goals, and their single success. Charon smiled all the while, unperturbed by her looming death she was happy to have a chance to speak about her parents, explain their intentions, and perhaps, earn them a hint of redemption by pointing out the good they did. Yet the discussion did not end in Charon's death, it ended in her escape. "You have a kind heart girl, and I know you'll do great things. But, you cannot stay here and I haven't the time to tell you more. Gather only what you need and run." Such were the words Estrus left Charon with. Despite her reservations, she listened, packed a small bag, and gathered her parent's research hoping to hide it from the world. Marviken faded into the night behind her, and the warm glow of a fire where her home stood saw her out, and it was then she realized that in the span of a few hours she'd lost everything. For the next two years, Charon found herself adrift searching for a purpose. She made herself a home in a abandoned house in the wilds of the western fringes of the Republic and learned to look after herself in the process. As time passed she'd make trips to nearby towns for supplies, such trips tended to end with the discovery that she was a Dorrett. Often this meant she was shunned, but some were more open with their distaste and went straight to name-calling, flinging accusations, and refusing to serve her. Charon did not condemn or complain about such actions. People needed someone to hate, and if it made them feel better Charon would happily take on that role. All the while hoping to earn her parents a hint of redemption because of it. The acceptance of well-deserved hatred wasn't the only action Charon took to earn her parents some peace. The young woman became a mercenary of sorts, slaying monsters that threatened towns, villages, and cities alike as well as dealing with other issues when she could. She never asked for compensation for her work and accepted no reward the handful of times one was offered. Instead, she'd smile and say she was happy to help. Her actions earned her little trust, and most folks continued to treat her with disdain. Charon was eighteen when she rescued a young warrior from the biting cold of the Republic. While the young lady's skills were more suited to destruction she'd learned enough from her mother to know how to whip up a potion. When he awoke Charon asked the man what he was doing so far from the safety of civilization. The young man, Charon Lindholm, was the squire of the former knight of the fire crystal, Estrus Ringold. Estrus had made a final request of his young trainee and that was to find the last living Dorrett, for she was to be his successor. Imagine the warrior's surprise when he realized he'd been saved by the very woman he'd been asked to find. It took a week to convince Dorrett that there was even a chance she was meant to be the fire knight. In the end, the two traveled to the Republic's southern mountain ranges and climbed Mount Raudona atop which they entered a cave. It was there the would-be knight met Ignis for the first time. When their conversation concluded it was clear the black mage was to be the crystal's knight and he wouldn't take no for an answer. So it was the young woman found her purpose, though she was going to do it her way. Which involved using the previous knight's former squire as a face, to give the people someone they didn't have to feel conflicted about believing in. The idea was a hard sell to Charon Lindholm himself, in the end, he agreed. The two traveled together for five years, during which time they served the people of the republic loyally. While the new knight did her duties from the shadow's, the young warrior stood in the limelight getting all the praise and recognition. Charon, the Fire Knight became a name countless people looked up to, and one they could rely on. Monsters were slain, battles won, and frontier towns made safe all thanks to Charon. The people adored him, and when word of the other knights falling reached the Republic they were confident Charon would not succumb to such a fate. That confidence was misplaced, and one day the people of the Republic lost their hero, and Charon lost her only friend. They had known the Dark Knight would come and the true knight was determined to face him alone, the warrior would have none of it. He tried desperately to get the true Fire Knight to accept his help, but his attempts were met with cheerful smiles and firm nos. Not one to sit idly he took matters into his own hands, wanting both to protect his home and closest friend but in the end, he was no match for the Dark Knight. When the young Dorrett learned of this she felt hatred for the first time, aimed towards both the Dark Knight and herself. The opposing Knight for going so far against someone they could tell was not a crystal knight and herself for not being able to stop her friend. Vengeance drove her forward and for the next few months, she tracked the Dark Knight's movements confronting them outside her hometown, Marviken. The woman's childhood home would be the stage for their confrontation. Before the conflict, the Dark Knight asked her a single question: "Who are you?" "I'm," The woman paused. Her own name was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. Lucina Dorrett had never been the Fire Knight, and just because the ,man she'd forced to take the title had perished didn't mean his name needed to. Besides, why add a complicated truth to her legend, to his legend. With that thought she'd let out a small laugh and smiled before giving her response. "Charon." The mage hoped she could make the original owner proud, and with that thought, sent a gout of fire in her foe's direction. Charon lost, but she was fine with that if it meant she'd get the chance to see her family and friend again. But, that single wish wasn't granted and she found herself in a void with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. It felt like both an eternity and a second before she blinked open her eyes. She lay in front of the husk of her childhood home, the place she'd perished, confusion gripped Charon as she set out to find just what was going on. Imagine her surprise when she learned of the war, and how much time had passed. While her instincts screamed at her to do her job, even if she felt a gaping hole where Ignis once was, she had to do something else first, locate her parent's research. She'd intended to find a better place to hide it other than under the floorboards of her home but death came first. A fact that bit her in the end, for when she found the decrepit skeleton of her house in the snow-covered plains of the Republic the journals and scraps of paper were nowhere to be found. Someone had found them, and who knew what they were doing, or did with the information contained within. It was another mystery that spurred Charon forward, in the hopes of finding answers to what was going on, what happened to her, where Ignis was, and what she was supposed to be doing. Goals and Esoteric Information   Short-term #1: Locate her parent’s research, wherever it may be, and either destroy it or find a better place to hide it rather than under some floorboards for a few hundred years. Short-term #2: Successfully help the Grand Republic to drive back the Federation and stop the war that’s raging there. Short-term #3: Reunite with Ignis, and ensure his safety. Long-term Goal: Find somewhere to call home, while she can happily say she comes from the republic she’s never felt it was really her home. In truth she only ever felt she had a ‘home’ with her parents and Charon. She wants to find that again, and this time she’ll do everything she can to keep it from being taken away from her. In addition to that she wishes to find people who will accept her for who she is, rather than who she pretends to be.

Character Build and Statblock   ... Attributes - 13 Max - 30 points to spend. Power(PWR) - 13 | Resolve(RES) - Base: 4 +2 from Unusual Species(See Ablities).6 | Dexterity(DEX) - 5 | Mind(MND) - Base: 8 +2 from Armor(See Equipment)10 Secondary Attributes Force - 19/4 = 4.75 (13 + 6)/4 (PWR + RES)/44 | Finesse - 15/4 = 3.75 (5 + 10)/4 (DEX + MND)/43 Job - Black Mage Health Bonus - 14 | Mana Bonus - 8 | Accuracy Bonus - 0 | Avoidance - 4 | Skill Points - 18 Weapon Proficiency - Arcane | Armor Proficiency - Light | Magic Proficiency - Black Magic Combat Statistics Maximum Hit Points(MHP) - 20 x 4 (6 + 14) x 4 (RES + Class Bonus) x Level80 | Maximum Mana Points - 18 x 4 (10 + 8) x 4 (MND + Class Bonus) x Level72 | Accuracy - (4/2)+0 (Level/2) + Class Bonus2 | Avoidance - 1 + 4 (5/4) + 4 (DEX/4) + Class Bonus5 Armor(ARM) - +4 from Tier Two Light Armor(See Equipment)4 | Magic Armor - +12 from Tier Two Light Armor(See Equipment)12 Job Abilities - 1 Innate - 4 Additional - 1 Limit Ability Innate When at full HP casting cannot be interrupted by knockback, critical hits, or other effects. In addition, when at full HP gain a +2 bonus on any opposed rolls to inflict or resist an effect caused by a spell.Focus | Instant Action The caster's next single target spell or attack will ignore the effects of the foes M.ARM and remove the effects of Shell should the target possess it. In addition, their M.ARM score is reduced to 0 until the start of the caster's next turn. This ability may be used once per combat. Elemental Seal | Causes the mages eyes to dimly glow, blue in Charon's case. The mage can see through magical illusions(as per the Illusion and Advanced Illusion spells), and always rolls an additional d6 on one specific type of skill check, chosen when this ability is taken. In addition by spending one(1) point of Destiny the mage can glean the surface thoughts of any sentient creature(even if they don't speak a the same language). Using this ability on Bosses, notorious monsters, and other extremely powerful individuals may require an opposed Finesse roll at the GM's discretion. Likewise at the GM's discretion the constant glow of the mages eyes may cause future stealth rolls to be slightly higher in difficulty. Skill Chosen - Lore(Magic)Golden Gaze | Choose an element from Ice, Fire, Water, Earth or Lightning. Whenever you deal damage of that elemental type you deal an extra step of damage. You also gain an additional bonus effect based on your chosen element. Chosen Element - Fire Bonus - Whenever Charon rolls max damage with a spell(it need not be fire) she sets the target ablaze causing them to take additional Fire damage at the start of their turn that ignores M.ARM and lasts until they are extinguished with a Standard Action, exposure to liquid, or the GM's discretion. Bonus Damage - 13 | (PWR x 1)Spell Specialization(Fire) | Charon is considered an Arcana instead of a Humanoid, this confers several benefits. Gain a permanent +2 to an attribute of your choice. | +2 Resolve Lose the Humanoid weakness to the Shadow element.Unusual Species | Limit Ability Instant Action By expening two(2) points of destiny the character can now cast any of the Black Magic spells that are one rank higher than he actually has access to for the remainder of the game session. In addition, they have access to all the Black Magic spells o their rank or lower, even if they did not obtain these spells previously. The character must still be able to pay the MP cost for these spells normally. If the character is 13th level or higher they instead gain access to all Black Magic spells and gain a +4 bonus on opposed rolls to inflict negative statuses.Manafont Spell(s) - Black Mage(Black Magic) - 4 Novice - 1 Intermediate Novice - 5mp Target - Single or Group Elemental - Ice Reflectable Damage - 39 + 2d6(Single)/13 + 2d6(Group) | (PWR x 3) + 2d6(Single)/(PWR x 1) + 2d6(Group)Blizzard | Novice - 9mp Target - Single Elemental - Varies Potential Spell Specialization Boost Effect - Deal elemental damage to an attacker when the target of this spell is struck. This damage ignores M.ARM and Shell. Lasts until combat ends. Damage - 6 | (RES x 1) Fire Damage | 12 | (RES x 2) Elemental Spikes | Novice - 5mp Target - Single or Group Elemental - Fire Reflectable Spell Specialization Boost Damage - 52 + 2d6(Single)/26 + 2d6(Group) | (PWR x 4) +2d6(Single)/(PWR x 2) + 2d6(Group)Fire | Novice - 5mp Target - Single or Group Elemental - Lightning Reflectable Damage - 39 + 2d6(Single)/10 + 2d6(Group) | (PWR x 3) + 2d6(Single)/(DEX x 2) + 2d6(Group)Thunder | Intermidiate - 25mp Target - Single Reflectable Spell Specialization Boost Effect - If cast on a weapon or other held object the wielder takes Fire damage at the start of their turn for three turns, or until the item is dropped. If cast on armor, in addition to the damage taken each round, the target's ARM score is reduced to 0. Regardless of if the spell is effective, or even reflected the caster takes Fire damage. Target Damage(Recurring) - 39 + 2d6 | (PWR x 3) + 2d6 Caster Damage - 39 + 2d6 | (PWR x 3) + 2d6Melt Limit Break - 1(10 points) Inflict Debilitate - Choose an elemental weakness for the enemy that is in effect until the battle ends, or is replaced by another elemental weakness. Inflict Status - If the target fails an opposed Force roll they are inflicted with Stop. Spell Specialization Boost Damage - 78 + 2d6 | (PWR x 6) + 2d6Pyrexia - Attack: Magic - Fire (3), Elemental: Fire (1), Debilitate x2 (4), Status: Stop (2) Skill(s) - Max 4 - 24 to spend Awareness +4 | Inquiry +2 | Golden Gaze - Roll 3d6 instead of 2d6 for checks involving this skill.Lore(Magic) +4 | Lore(Monster) +4 | Language +2 | Synthesis(Alchemy) +3 Synthesis(Cooking) +3 | Nature +2 Equipment - 1200 gil to spend - 340 gil remaining Type - Arcane Property - Quick-cast Damage - 10 + 2d6 | (MND x 1) + 2d6Tier One Weapon(150g) | Type - Light ARM - +4 | M.ARM - +12 Property - Attribute Bonus(MND +2)Tier Two Armor(450g) | Property - SOS-HasteTier Three Accessory(Free) Potion x4(80g) | Ether x4(80g) | Echo Screen x2(100g)   Charon Name: Charon | Race: Arcana - Crystal Infused HumeHume | Age: 23 | Job: Weapon: Arcane Armor: LightBlack Mage | Destiny: 1 HP: 80/SOS Activation: 2080 | MP: 72/72 | PWR: 13 | RES: Base: 4 +2 from Unusual Species6 | DEX: 5 | MND: Base: 8 +2 from Armor10 Force: 4 | Finesse: 3 | ACC: 2 | AVD: 5 | ARM: 4 | M.ARM: 12 Skills: Awareness +4 | Inquiry +2 | Golden Gaze: Roll 3d6 instead of 2d6 for checks.Lore(Magic) +4 | Lore(Monster) +4 | Language +2 | Synthesis(Alchemy) +3 | Synthesis(Cooking) +3 | Nature +2 Abilities: Declare you're activating Elemental seal as an instant action; your next single target spell or attack will ignore the effects of the foes M.ARM and remove the effects of Shell if they possess it, and their M.ARM score is reduced to zero until the start of your next turn. This job ability may be used once per combat.Elemental Seal | Innate As long as you remain at 100% hit points, your spell casts cannot be interrupted (due to knockback effects, critical hits, etc.) and you gain a +2 bonus on opposed rolls to inflict or resist any effects caused by a spell.Focus | Charon's eyes glow a dim blue, a side effect from dealing with the darker arts. The charater is able to see through magical illusions (as per the Illusion and Advanced Illusion spells), and always rolls an additional d6 when making a Lore(Magic) check. In addition, a Black Mage with this ability can instantly glean of any sentient creature (even if they don't speak the same language) simply by spending one point of Destiny, making eye contact with the target and looking directly into their soul. In this way, a character with Golden Gaze is often privy to secrets that others simply couldn't know. Bosses, Notorious Monsters, and other extremely powerful individuals require a successful opposed Finesse check before the Destiny can be spent, at the GM's discretion. Likewise at the GM's discretion the mage might suffer from a slightly higher difficulty on future Stealth rolls due to their constantly glowing eyes.Golden Gaze | The character deals an additional damage step whenever they inflict Fire damage. Furthermore, when they roll max damage with a damage-dealing spell (regardless of the spell's elemental type) they gain an additional advantage. When max damage for a damage-dealing spell is rolled Charon ignites enemies, causing them to take an extra 13 points of Fire damage at the start of their turn that ignores M.ARM until the flames are extinguished with a Standard Action, exposure to liquid, or the GM's discretion.Spell Specialization(Fire) | Charon is considered Arcana rather than Humanoid. She gains a permanent +2 to her RES and is no longer weak to Shadow elemental damage.Unusual Species Spells: Blizzard (5 MP) Target: Single or Group Type: Elemental(Ice) Reflectable A flurry of high-speed ice particles are launched at the target, inflicting (39 + 2d6) points of ice damage to a single enemy, or (13 + 2d6) to all enemies.Blizzard | Elemental Spikes (9 MP) Target: Single Type: Elemental(Varies) The character is surrounded by globes of elemental energy. Declare which of five elements the spies will be tied to - Fire, Ice, Water, Wind, or Lightning - when casting this spell. When a target under the effect of Elemental Spikes is struck their attacker will take 6* points of damage of the chosen element. This damage is not reduced by M.ARM or Shell. * If the element chosen is Fire, attackers will take 12 points of elemental damage instead.Elemental Spikes | Fire (5 MP) Target: Single or Group Type: Elemental(Fire) Reflectable A burning sphere of fire rushes towards a chosen point and explodes on impact. Fire inflicts (52 + 2d6) points of Fire damage to the target, or (26 + 2d6) points of Fire damage to all enemies.Fire | Melt (25 MP) Target: Single Type: Effect Reflectable This spell allows the caster to channel white hot heat into an inanimate object - usually armor - and render it twisted and worthless until the magic ends. If cast on a weapon or other held object Melt deals (39 + 2d6) points of fire damage to the items holder every round until the spell ends, or the item is dropped. If cast on armor in addition to the damage taken each round, the target's ARM score is reduced to zero as fabrics ignite and metals become fragile. Melt lasts for a total of three rounds, and is therefore quite useful when used to neutralize foes with high physical defense. Regardless of whether the spell is effective - or even if it is reflected or otherwise negated - the caster of this spell takes (39 + 2d6) points of fire damage due to the incredible heat channeled by this spell. Melt cannot be re-cast on the same target until the effect has worn off.Melt | Thunder (5 MP) Target: Single or Group Type: Elemental(Lightning) Reflectable A brilliant bolt of lightning tears down from the sky, striking its target with barely contained energy. Thunder inflicts (39 + 2d6) points of Lightning damage to the target, or (10 + 2d6) points of Lightning damage to all enemies.Thunder Limit Ability: By expending two points of Destiny as an Instant Action, the character can now cast any Black Magic spells that are one rank higher than he actually has access to for the remainder of the game session. In addition they have access to all Black Magic spells of their rank or lower, even if they did not choose to obtain these spells previously. The character must still be able to pay the MP cost of any spells cast using this method.Manafont | Limit Break: Rank 1 | Attack: Magic (3), Debilitate x2 (4), Elemental: Fire (1), Status: Stop (2) This Limit Break deals (78 + 2d6) fire damage, and allows Charon to choose an elemental weakness to infuse the target with. In addition, after an opposed force roll the target may be forced to cease all movement due to the pain. Pyrexia Right Hand: Tier One Weapon | Arcane | (10 + 2d6) | Quick-Cast An old leather-bound journal etched with arcane sigils. Though it's pages are weathered it still hums with a modicum of power.Weathered Tome | Left Hand: Empty | Armor: Tier Two Armor | Light | +2 MND | 4 ARM | 12 M.ARM A short navy blue cape trimmed with white fur, and embroidered with gold thread. Sturdier than it looks.Embroidered Cape | Accessory: Tier Three Accessory | SOS-Haste A gentle warmth emanates from this finely detailed bird shaped brooch. The gems used for the eyes seem to dance with living flames in the right light.Firebird's Brooch Inventory: Restore 25% of a target's maximum HP.Potion x4, Restore 25% of a target's maximum MP.Ether x4, Removes the negative status effect Seal.Echo Screen x2 | Gil: 340

[Avner]

Application Name: Dwaigo, The Silver Wolf Race: Hume raised by Galka Class: Ninja Crystal: Earth, Gaia "When times are as dark as this one must find a way to laugh at the misery or become part of it." Physical Description Dwaigo has bright golden eyes that contrast heavily with his silvery-white hair. He is never caught without wearing the garments of his trade, a loose black gi that is worn by the ninja. On each of his arms he wears a pair of bracers engraved with the history of the Earth Knight champions and have been passed down from generation to generation. They help him control the earth and protect him from harm from it. He has two swords strapped to him at all times as well as other weapons and he almost always keeps his face covered behind a black mask. Despite the mask however its is often easy to tell that his 'eyes are smiling' as their bright nature often betrays his light-hearted side. Dwaigo is not tall in stature and often is dwarfed by the Galka he grew up among his build is athletic but not bulky or stocky. The Earth Knight is very limber and can move as smoothly as the sands. Personality The Knight of the Earth is known for going with the breeze. Dwaigo loves a good joke and always tries to bring the levity out of a situation often times using his skills to embarrass his enemies and make them say foolish things. Knowing that he often faces insurmountable odds he uses humor as a veil of protection against the despair that would surely follow. Although many might align his trickster attitude with that of Gaia's sister Zephyr, the Knight of the Earth is not malicious but a kind-hearted soul with a soft spot for those who are downtrodden or in need of help. He would gladly give his last piece of bread so a child could eat and risk his wife for a stranger. Background Background The First Earth Knight Ages ago in a time that has fade into countless memories there was a great war. That war lasted for many generations and was so fierce that the crystals themselves had to intercede to finally bring peace to the land. Each of the crystals chose a divine champion, one that embodied their values and would peace to the land. Gaia as the crystal of the Earth chose his champion from the vast desert nation of Ebanara. In the capital of Ebanara, by the same name as is nation , there was a great temple dedicated to the crystal of earth. Painted on the walls were murals distilling Gaia’s values Endurance, Strength, Secrecy, Modesty, and a Strong-Will. The prince of the nation at the time instilled in himself all of those qualities proudfully and when the time came it was he that Gaia had named as champion. The hero took on the mantle of the Earth Knight and served in brining justice to the land. It was said that the enemies of the Earth Knight often did not see him coming but instead were onset by a storm of sand and great wind and when the dust settled those with malicious intentions against the world or who threatened peace were in one way or another no longer a threat. It wasn’t until the Dark Knight came looking for the Earth Knight that the peace in the world began to dim into darkness. There had been rumors, stories of what the Dark Knight had done with the Light Knight, but at this point no one was sure. The idea that one of the knights would turn on their own was so profane it was almost unbelievable, so it was ignorance in the end that did the Earth Knight in. A refusal to believe the threat was really out there. Gaia’s champion was not easy to pin down so the Dark Knight had to lure him out. Being one of the few people who knew the knights origins it wasn’t long before he found himself in Ebanara. The Earth Knight had held the Dark Knight in high regard, had trusted him as a friend and brother so when the Dark Knight slayed the royal family and laid Ebanara to ruin it was a profound betrayal. The Earth Knight came upon him home with a wrath and anger unbecoming of him. Falling into the trap of the Dark Knight he was unable to think clearly and fought with anger and haste instead of taking advantage of his own strengths. A great battle followed and in the end the defeated Earth Knight fell at the ruins of Ebanara. In the years to come the ashes would be covered with sands and the once great nation would be forgotten as the Dark Knight made sure that any record of it was erased from history. The Forgotten Boy Dwaigo’s history is almost has tragic. It is the story of sorrow from a boy without a name or a memory to serve him. It took place in the lands that are now claimed by the Lord General and the Federation, a once prideful place that took great care of its people and respected the earth above all else. There was a great temple in the middle of their city that Dwaigo remembers vividly in his dreams, but never when awake. It was a place of beauty where the people would come to barter and tell stories and where his parents, the rulers of the kingdom, fell in love. Dwaigo’s memories are a bit foggy. They are full of patches and holes as a great trajedy locked his memories deep into his subconcious mind. From what he remembers all of that peace was destroyed when the Lord General came to ‘unite’ the lands. The warlord refused any offer of peace as the pulled the people out of their homes and laid siege to the peaceful kingdom. When the dust had settled no one was left standing either brought away as slaves or murdered for their ‘rebellion’. The Lord General had purposefully been ruthless in their destruction to set and example to the other kingdoms he wished to conquer under his banner in the name of unity. Only Dwaigo was left, all that remained of a once proud kingdom. The light of the temple had gone out and all that was left was a shell of who he had been before shocked into a traumatic state wondering through empty streets trying to find someone, anyone, to care for him. The formerly prosperous kingdom was now a ghost town. Dwaigo wandered from one area of the capitol to another trying to find food and shelter as the days went on. Eventually he was forced to move on and made his way into the desert. It was there that he first met the Galka. Never having seen them before he first thought they were monsters who were taking him away to eat him. When he would encounter them he would run and hide. From what Dwaigo remembered he ran into many different tribes of Galka but over time they changed and opened up to him. They welcomed him into their villages with open arms. In time he was able to understand their tenderness and even speak their language. They were the people of the earth, tied heavily to the earth crystal from the temple in his memories. In time his memories of his old life faded, and he began to replace them with a new family one that was not conquered by the federation in the harsh desert. Dwaigo was an outcast and a runaway, but he didn’t know from where or why and purposely locked away the secret he carried deep inside of his subconscious. No one was ever told where he came from or what his name truly was before he wandered the desert. Dwaigo mentioned nothing about the temple of the earth crystal or any of his memories of the place until they faded into his dreams. The tribe of Galka and raised as one of their own. The chief named Gehlvik was the one who took him in teaching him the ways of their people and instilling in him the responsibility of doing right in the world and respecting the sands from which they came. The Galka taught him their ways and traditions but over time it became more and more clearly he physically was not one of them. Dwaigo of course had a unique set of talents as soon began to find his own way. Growing up he always loved the stories by the elder known as Black Mud. Black Mud would tell him tales of the Earth Crystal Gaia and her champions and how they moved withing the desert sands unseen. Black Mud insisted on telling him these great tails repeatedly and the importance that the Earth Knight had in the world. The most secretive of the crystals Dwaigo used Gaia’s tactics to build upon his own. The knights of the stories would come upon their enemy’s unseen and the young boy was raised on stories about the Gaia’s knights and their great deeds on behalf of her followers and people. The knights were never seen within the sands of the desert Dwaigo began to value such attributes and adopted them into the skills he practiced. Redemption and the Future In time Dwaigo realized that he could not fulfill his own destiny staying within the safety of the Galka. Stories of the Federation were spreading and there was something itching inside of him at the back of his mind that told him he must do something about it. That alone was a question he wanted answered, what was his history with the Federation and why must it be stopped? Who was he and where did he come from? What was he meant to do with it all? Dwaigo often met the seriousness of the questions weighing on him with humor, but they weighed on him all the same and it finally lead him to act. Dwaigo took to the road again this time old enough to fend for himself. First he roamed the desert doing good deeds for the followers of Gaia and picking up stories of the Federation. Eventually such stories lead him to a group known as the Redeemers. Their goal was to Redeem he past wrongs done by the Federation and to stop the Lord General from persecuting other nations. The Redeemers were aligned with the Grand Republic and acted as a saboteur force within the borders of the Federation to aid the war effort and resistance to the republic. Identifying with their cause Dwaigo spent years in their ranks serving under an Elf by the name of Alpex Lagane. Alpex was a good commander and their unit became very close knit. There was a dwarf that served with him known simply as ‘Mac’ and three other humans as well, Biggs, Wedge, and Hodge. They all completed more missions successfully than any other unit putting a serious delay in much of the Federation’s plans. Dwaigo spent many years with them until one mission where the Lord General had found their position and simply overwhelmed them throwing wave upon wave of soldiers on their position. They all would have died if Mac hadn’t taken the initiative and collapsed a tunnel while the others got away. It was the last they saw of the dwarf and after that things were not the same. It was then that Dwaigo moved on seeking to answer more questions about himself and his mysterious past. Unbeknownst to him his dreams lead him back to the desert, but he was unable to find what he was looking for, Gaia however found him. It was then that he would rise to power as the Earth Knight easily making the choice to follow in the footsteps of the Galkan stories he had grown up on. Dwaigo’s heritage had somehow tied him to the Earth Crystal giving him a stronger connection to the element than most. Adopting the mantle never seemed like a choice to him, it was a destination. As the Earth Knight he travelled about the world as a nomadic hero. Some would see evidence of his deeds without ever seeing his face while those who abused their power or took advantage of the weak cursed him as a criminal and coward of the shadows. Dwaigo cared little for his reputation however, it was his duty to be what the world needed, not what they wanted. Despite all of his success however something still ate away at him from the inside. Who was he? Where had he come from and what were his ties to both the Federation and the Earth Crystal? One day Dwaigo hoped to answer all those questions and more. . Character stats: HP: 80/80 MP: 20/20 PWR 7 |RES 6 ||DEX 12| MND 5 Force: 3 |Finesse: 4 ACC: 3 |AVD: 10 Destiny: 1 |Gil: 300 Weapon: Tier 2 Earth Strike, Reliable Katana (blade) 700 Tier 1 Reliable Tanto (blade) 100 Armor: Tier 1 Medium: Ninja Gi (ARM 4, M.ARM 4) 100 Accessory: Earth Bracers: Earth Proof Abilities: Innate: Throw Tool Mastery Chambara Grim Reaper Ninjitsu Limit Ability: Execution Limit Break: EarthBreak (10) - Attack: Weapon (3) Area Effect (5) Break Arts (Speed) (4), Immune: Aerial (-1) and Power Item: Earth Bracers (-1) Skills: Athletics (3) Acting (1) Awareness (3) Escape (2) Inquiry (2) Language (1) Lore History (1) Scavenge (3) Stealth (7) Synthesis: Weapon (3) Thievery (2) Dwaigo Name: Dwaigo | Race: Hume| Job: Weapons: Blade, Concealed, Dual Wield Armor: Light, MediumNinja | Level: 4 HP: 80/25% for SOS: 20 20% for Regen/Poison: 1680 | MP: 20/20 | PWR: 7 | RES: 6 | DEX: 12 | MND: 5 Force: 3 | Finesse: 4| AVD: 10 | ACC: 3 | ARM: 4 | M.ARM: 4 Skills: Athletics (3) | Acting (1) | Awareness (3) | Escape (2) | Inquiry (2) | GalkanLanguage (1) | Lore History (1)| Scavenge (3) | Stealth (7) |Synthesis: Weapon (3) |Thievery (2) Abilities: Innate: Throw, Tool Mastery, Chambara, Grim Reaper, Ninjitsu Limit Breaks: Execution Limit Break: EarthBreak (10) - Attack: Weapon (3) Area Effect (5) Break Arts (Speed) (4), Immune: Aerial (-1) and Power Item: Earth Bracers (-1) Equipment: Right Hand: Tier 2 Blade Weapon | Earth Strike | | Earth Katana | Left Hand: Accurate Tanto| Armor: Tier 1 Medium Armor | ARM: 4 | MARM: 4Concealed Ninja Gi | Accessory: Tier 3 Accessory | Earth Proof Bearer enjoys immunity to fire elemental damage.Earth Bracers Pack: Empty Gil: 300 | XP: 0 | Destiny Points: 1 Status Effects: Immune: Earth Quote: "When times are as dark as this one must find a way to laugh at the misery or become part of it!"