Full Name: Eachann Cernunnos
Nickname: Known as 'Bob'.
Birthdate: October 15th
Age: Early to mid-twenties
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Sexual Orientation: Mainly straight, willing to compromise. But frankly, does he genuinely, actually love anyone?
Height: 5'9"
Weight: "Heh, it ain't like I'm plannin' on sitting on ya' anytime soon!"
Personality:
Laid back, playful, and fancy-free, Eachann, or 'Bob' as he calls himself, really isn't bothered with the big picture, the fate of the world, or anything like that. He just likes to get along day by day, focusing on the now, and making the most of whatever he has. He loves to be around other people, upper and lower class alike, and is what you would call a 'moodmaker' at parties and gatherings. He's attracted to material wealth, luxury items such as fine clothes and good food, but only what he can carry on him. A wandering bard, he's seen and heard a lot, but he's always happy to find out new things. Bob knows better anyone that a bit of alcohol, good conversation and comfortable atmosphere loosen the tongue better than anything, and using this combination, usually finds out secrets that people wouldn't normally disclose about themselves. Whether he wants to hear it or not. However, he's surprisingly guarded about his own secrets, though he's subtle about it. The number of people that even know his real name are scarcely few. He doesn't really care for the whole affair between the Death Knights and the Demons. Essentially, he's simple, easily-pleased guy who likes to have fun.
Personal Skill: Playing various instruments (mainly woodwinds such as the pan pipes, flute, but can also play several other instruments such as the sitar) ; Cooking ; Entertaining others (particularly using music, slapstick comedy, or jokes of questionable crudeness) ; Information procuring and collecting
Likes: Tips (of the monetary nature), shiny objects, good music, good food, plentiful harvests, golden wheat fields, nice clothes, luxury objects, taverns, dancers
Dislikes: Stingy customers, silence, strict people with no sense of humor, emotionlessness
Hates: Famine, hunger, destruction of crop, warfare
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Rank: Grunt
Starter Class: Bard
Specialty Class: Minstrel, no second specialty class
Place of Birth: An obscure farming village on the outskirts of the countryside
Motto: "How 'bout a lil' song? A tip, p'haps?"
Special Weapon/Armor Name: n/a
Weapon Length: n/a
Weapon/Armor Abilities: n/a
Aura Color: n/a
Element: n/a
Battle Strength:
• The effects his songs have on the battlefield are... Unexpected. (Though whether this is a battle strength is questionable...)
• He doesn't seem to lose any morale. Ever. He's just won't stop smiling.
Battle Weakness:
• His songs are usually more plague than panacea for his own party, and himself, if you know what I mean.
• He doesn't actually, well... Fight. I mean, he can smash someone on the head with his sitar if it comes to that, but other than that...
• Strangely enough, there's a couple of essential, basic bard and minstrel skills that he just lacks. His excuse is that he was so busy having fun that he forgot to learn them.
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Move List:
Silver-tongued---Bards have an increase in their persuasion skills and can almost con anyone with a simple mind into doing anything.
Expert of Instruments---The bard can use almost any instrument to use their songs with. But instead of singing they can use an instrument to project their song.
Minstrel Charm--This gives them a 5% increase to their persuasion, cuteness, and charm.
Minstrel's Concierto--They know a top of 3 more songs that they have learned while training themselves.
Instrument Mastery---These experts can now play any instrument they choose to play their melodies.
Spell List: n/a
Bard List:
Death Toll - "We're doomed, we're doomed, we're all going to die--" A childish tune that unhelpfully crows the death of own party, including self. Decreases morale of ...Own party?!
Tavern Janty - "There was once a stripper named Patricia, a bonny lass was she--" A common drinking song heard in taverns, praising the beauty of a woman with a less reputable occupation. Increases morale of most males on battlefield, makes himself target of the attacks of most of the females
Song of a Thousand Voices - "Yuam aa' paratia rafajya est'lith taer--" A song in which the singer's voice seems to echo over and over a thousand times singing different, indecipherable lyrics in a confusing and maddening loop. Affects all parties on battlefield and gradually saps away their vitality (not to mention sanity), however takes a huge toll on the singer.
Angel - "Her endless grace and her beauty, her gentleness ahh--" A love song about an Angel named Evelyn. Heals all parties on battlefield.
Utopian- "The staircase goes on and on, but he can never reach--" The tale of a man and his lost search for a nonexistent Utopia. Boosts potency of all magical spells on the battlefield, but the singer enters a slight trance while song is being sung. Can cause hallucinations if used too frequently.
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Family:
• Fionnor Cernunnos (father)
• Thera Cernunnous (mother)
Background History:
• Born in a rural village, Bob was raised to be a farmer. The village's community was closely-knit and warm. It's probably because of this quaint childhood, that Bob enjoys simple pleasures, and loves the countryside, especially during harvest time. Apparently something happened that caused him to deviate from that path, and become a minstrel. No-one's really quite sure why that happened, and he changes the story each time you ask him. Sometimes it's because renegade soldiers sacked and burnt down his village, him escaping the blaze with nothing but the clothes on his back and a flute. Other times, he received a prophecy in a dream that he was to become a minstrel instead of a farmer. None of these are true. In any case, Bob is now a wandering musician, living off performances and tips. He's not very rich, but it's okay. He'll get by. Besides, he's taken up a sort of side job as an informant. Whether it's gossip or cold hard facts, if you want to get the dirt on someone, he's probably one of the best people to ask. He may not be the most professional informant, but at least his prices are cheaper.
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