HP: Strength: Heavy Weapons (10), Fisticuffs (10) Speed: Afterburners (10) Stamina: Warm Up (10), Sudious (10) Syndesi: Absorb (10)
Magic Archetype: Mentalist
Ability: Extroverted Power: Essentially, his aura, strength, heat, whatever you want to call it, change according to his mood. If he's angry or upset, expect to see a hot flame-y aura curling about his person, if sad, a cooler, hollow-feeling one, and so on. These powers are not unlimited, but there is great potential, depending on the emotional driver. Ex: simple frustration < grief of losing a comrade in battle; ergo the latter is much stronger and gives Dixon more power/hotter flames. This also means that stronger emotions make him use more energy. His energy is not unlimited, so, in the interest of fairness, the grander emotional chargers will take a heavy toll of Dixon and will not be able to be used for very long in combat, given that there is no requisite cool-down time for emotional responses (although that too is certainly up for debate and provable in different contexts outside the designing of combat systems). Outside combat, this ability is still in effect. It is always in effect, because, and I risk redundancy, everyone always feels something. Finally, in the interest of completion, calming, uplifting, joyous things will restore and stabilise his energy. Thank you.
Weapon: Just fists. Now uses an innox sword too.
Perks: Literacy Riding
SECRETS
Bio: The son well-to-do farmers turned politicians, Dixon Titanus remains one of, if not the, most fiery Phoenixes around Ethe. The family came into prominence when they discovered a piece of their lineage which linked them to the original population in Ethe, and were henceforth seen as both high in their breeding and down-to-earth--that is to say relatable-- in their occupation. From there it was straight to the top, switching out their farming gear for the latest suits and formal wear that was expected to be worn by nobility. He gained favor with many of the commoners, a charisma the “higher” houses saw as invaluable; and so began the courting process known as appeasement as Dixon climbed the social ladder. Really, it was just a simple boy with a quick tongue and quicker temper making himself a space in which he could turn around before going to bed.
But before all that Dixon was a simple high school student. Simple might not have been the right word, seeing as the boy was actually decent in the classroom and certain more than that on the field, but it was from this humble beginning that he found most of his “lower” trappings found their way to him. He actually made quite a name for himself as an athlete, and impressed his teachers with his control over his Phoenix form. Ever the graceful flyer, his assistant has to convince him often these days not to fly to work,
After high school (or this universe’s equivalent thereof) Dixon enjoyed a short life working In one of the city’s many banks as a teller. It was here Dixon would run headfirst into fate. An elderly gent one day visited his bank. This man hadn’t been seen before, but the people who saw him trusted his intentions solely on his looks. After making a quick deposit the man handed Dixon an old envelope. After a long and arduous search the young lord finally traced the message inside, following all the clues through paths lit by late night candle light. Within a month he’d discovered the secret that time had apparently covered up with the overgrowth of countless distracted lives. From there, they say, it’s history; history in the making.
The next year or so was very trying for the new nobleman. Forget not being used to the trials of peerage politics; Dixon was thrown into a country that was itself having the world dumped on it. But that's all spoken for.
He befriended the established Baroness Youkimi Kai, then heiress of the Kaishin Estate. Odd pairing: the count and baroness were sort of flung together by the powers that be with the intent of introducing the greenhorn count to the nobility scene--whatever that meant--and because of this, even though he technically outranked her--and believe you me when I say taming the stallion of a phoenix was not as smooth a ride as one might've expected from the gilt vanguards of the castle--Dixon was told, again and again, that he would have to listen to his junior guide for his own good--for everyone's good.
Several bar fights later, toss in some montage centered around a "gentlemanly competition," and perhaps a funny shot or two about the man learning the finer art of the stage, and there in the blink of an eye--a year was so to the giant, deep eye of Epsilon--and there was a crucible from which the new and improved count Titanus was poured. Then the world tossed them all off its back...
He didn't know what to do. Damnit, he couldn't breathe! Every piece of air, even away from home, was laced with the grey-red iridescence of evaporating lives; and it stung the words right from his lungs--just a dumb, drunken old workaholic, that's what was left of the count who was neither 'Light' or 'Dark.'
Fortunately, there was work to be done; and where there was work to be done there was someone there to pull up the best version of the most capable and shake them awake. Dixon got his from Athena, beloved and mother of Roland Bellris' child. From there things got only more tangled up. No longer would it do to simply worry about his own people; Dixon, reaching out, was tested on his diplomacy when faced with a less than altruistic Bellrisian council decision headed by the headstrong Hysteria Bellris--former queen, why not?--and agreed to by Queen Ophelia the Distraught.
Needless to say, he was not satisfied. Starting there, the count decided to act more autonomously: making grand gestures at the Festival in Zalto, lobbying for a new road to eschew the toxic taxes place on his people by the Council, befriending the Goddess Agni when the world seemed to reach for secularism. It all made huge strides for him; sadly, though, it also made no shortage of enemies. It was at this point, he decided, a matter of information. Perhaps all that advice from Youkimi finally took (they had, if we remember, shared a fantastic pep-talk on the bank of the Thousand River Delta); maybe it was just a sign of the sobriety--whatever it was, Dixon was determined to become more well-read and engaged in the mental games played by those in his class.
With this sharpened mind, why not, came a resolve to sharpen his skills with the sword. He would join Hisoka's drills often, taking part as one of many being trained in the art of self defence. These pupils would in turn train a force for the count that would be used mainly to protect his road. This, as his intellect and skill increased, he knew to be a necessity as well. In the wake of these new developments he also built a temple to Agni and the Etelonian god Pelib, to honor his heritage and the Grace on which his people had survived.
After the fighting stopped, Ethe went through another bit of tribulation. Dixon, rattled, is now working to repair the damage. The first step was to reach out to whomever would hear him. He found land, new peers, and a kingdom willing to follow his lead in their time of need. The daughter of the goddess Agni, who'd been an imposing to him in the past, was conspicuously absent when the calamity that left the nation (physically) smaller befell Ethe. Nearly a million of the population were lost, but fortunately the damage to useable land was relatively mild. A brief chat with the deity's daughter confirmed the count's fears. It would seem that, at least for the moment, only the most minimal conservation efforts would be upheld on her end, leaving it up to the people to pull themselves up again.
However, this time may be different. Without the help from the divine beings around Epsilon, and Ethe's morale running low, Dixon finds that what he has to work with is meager. He desperately tries to salvage the image of his Tomorrow's Ethe, a nation of light and wisdom, bold in the face of adversity and growing seemingly without end or fail, but the army has shrunk, farmers have died in the collapse, and many the youth who could take the weight off their parents' shoulders were lost as well. Mid-way through our little hiatus, the regent (called king by some) saw his kingdom grow again when a donation of land from the vanished Duke Xersies left Ethe with a shared possession of the Abava land with Phobos.
What was in confidence before had now become a hard fact; Dixon's army grew with capable men. Under the varied direction of the new Lady Drosselmyer, Sir Hisoka, and Phobian officers recently in the service of Xersies, Dixon began to train a consolidated army on the west end of the country with Solidon. Two years later, and Ethe is salvaging its advancement programs and making the most of its military. It has liquidated much of the funds in the castle to fund this, pushing for a joint harvest with Phobos while simultaneously selling many artworks and the service of artisans to Bellris. Zalto has been left out of their economic plans. People of Ethe are slowly gaining morale back from the devastation, but Dixon and his new peerage have their work cut out for them.
Among his new peers are the military geniuses in Hisoka, a knight formerly in the services of Dixon's wife Youkimi, his long time advisor, and the former princess of the empire. With their help, Dixon is able to keep his shaken self together and lead the country through their next trial.
Dreams:
Rebuild Ethe and his house to their former glory. Secretly wants to take up fencing. Wants to change the way people view the "stiff" nobility.
Greatest fears: Can't swim. Has a fear of public speaking. Is emotionally evasive. Also is terrified of the thought of failing his mission to return fame to his house.
Unique mannerisms/physical habits: Because of his upbringing, he has the inconvenient habit of reverting to a cockney-esque way of speaking when excited.
DETAILS: Username: Cotton Shorts Kid Phoenix Length: 40' (25' wingspan) Phoenix Weight: 220 lbs Phoenix URL picture Link Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A Pets: N/A Other: (Anything else you want to say?) Criminal Record: Minor offenses involving a brawl at a pub and a night in jail, but other than that nothing.
1) You need a profile picture. 2) You need to read the stat system and fix it. You have points to distribute, not tiers to place. Please refer to other created characters to see how it's done.
Please forgive my ignorance.
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 5:18 pm
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Cotton Shorts Kid
A few points.
1) You need a profile picture. 2) You need to read the stat system and fix it. You have points to distribute, not tiers to place. Please refer to other created characters to see how it's done.
Please forgive my ignorance.
No worries doll. ^-^
Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 5:29 pm
Cotton Shorts Kid
Approved! ^-^
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2017 9:59 pm
river rocker
Better late than never!
Bio Update:
The next year or so was very trying for the new nobleman. Forget not being used to the trials of peerage politics; Dixon was thrown into a country that was itself having the world dumped on it. But that's all spoken for.
He befriended the established Baroness Youkimi Kai, then heiress of the Kaishin Estate. Odd pairing: the count and baroness were sort of flung together by the powers that be with the intent of introducing the greenhorn count to the nobility scene--whatever that meant--and because of this, even though he technically outranked her--and believe you me when I say taming the stallion of a phoenix was not as smooth a ride as one might've expected from the gilt vanguards of the castle--Dixon was told, again and again, that he would have to listen to his junior guide for his own good--for everyone's good.
Several bar fights later, toss in some montage centered around a "gentlemanly competition," and perhaps a funny shot or two about the man learning the finer art of the stage, and there in the blink of an eye--a year was so to the giant, deep eye of Epsilon--and there was a crucible from which the new and improved count Titanus was poured. Then the world tossed them all off its back...
He didn't know what to do. Damnit, he couldn't breathe! Every piece of air, even away from home, was laced with the grey-red iridescence of evaporating lives; and it stung the words right from his lungs--just a dumb, drunken old workaholic, that's what was left of the count who was neither 'Light' or 'Dark.'
Fortunately, there was work to be done; and where there was work to be done there was someone there to pull up the best version of the most capable and shake them awake. Dixon got his from Athena, beloved and mother of Roland Bellris' child. From there things got only more tangled up. No longer would it do to simply worry about his own people; Dixon, reaching out, was tested on his diplomacy when faced with a less than altruistic Bellrisian council decision headed by the headstrong Hysteria Bellris--former queen, why not?--and agreed to by Queen Ophelia the Distraught.
Needless to say, he was not satisfied. Starting there, the count decided to act more autonomously: making grand gestures at the Festival in Zalto, lobbying for a new road to eschew the toxic taxes place on his people by the Council, befriending the Goddess Agni when the world seemed to reach for secularism. It all made huge strides for him; sadly, though, it also made no shortage of enemies. It was at this point, he decided, a matter of information. Perhaps all that advice from Youkimi finally took (they had, if we remember, shared a fantastic pep-talk on the bank of the Thousand River Delta); maybe it was just a sign of the sobriety--whatever it was, Dixon was determined to become more well-read and engaged in the mental games played by those in his class.
With this sharpened mind, why not, came a resolve to sharpen his skills with the sword. He would join Hisoka's drills often, taking part as one of many being trained in the art of self defence. These pupils would in turn train a force for the count that would be used mainly to protect his road. This, as his intellect and skill increased, he knew to be a necessity as well. In the wake of these new developments he also built a temple to Agni and the Etelonian god Pelib, to honor his heritage and the Grace on which his people had survived.
Stat Changes:
+10 Intel.
Abilities:
Adv. Swordsman (proposed) Striking Orator: Has been rallying people around him with his charisma for some time now. I would like to request some kind of light bonus to transactions or something of the like. I don't want to push the boundaries, nor do I expect the ability to be granted at all, but I just thought it was an entertaining idea.
Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 11:37 am
Cotton Shorts Kid
river rocker
Better late than never!
Bio Update:
The next year or so was very trying for the new nobleman. Forget not being used to the trials of peerage politics; Dixon was thrown into a country that was itself having the world dumped on it. But that's all spoken for.
He befriended the established Baroness Youkimi Kai, then heiress of the Kaishin Estate. Odd pairing: the count and baroness were sort of flung together by the powers that be with the intent of introducing the greenhorn count to the nobility scene--whatever that meant--and because of this, even though he technically outranked her--and believe you me when I say taming the stallion of a phoenix was not as smooth a ride as one might've expected from the gilt vanguards of the castle--Dixon was told, again and again, that he would have to listen to his junior guide for his own good--for everyone's good.
Several bar fights later, toss in some montage centered around a "gentlemanly competition," and perhaps a funny shot or two about the man learning the finer art of the stage, and there in the blink of an eye--a year was so to the giant, deep eye of Epsilon--and there was a crucible from which the new and improved count Titanus was poured. Then the world tossed them all off its back...
He didn't know what to do. Damnit, he couldn't breathe! Every piece of air, even away from home, was laced with the grey-red iridescence of evaporating lives; and it stung the words right from his lungs--just a dumb, drunken old workaholic, that's what was left of the count who was neither 'Light' or 'Dark.'
Fortunately, there was work to be done; and where there was work to be done there was someone there to pull up the best version of the most capable and shake them awake. Dixon got his from Athena, beloved and mother of Roland Bellris' child. From there things got only more tangled up. No longer would it do to simply worry about his own people; Dixon, reaching out, was tested on his diplomacy when faced with a less than altruistic Bellrisian council decision headed by the headstrong Hysteria Bellris--former queen, why not?--and agreed to by Queen Ophelia the Distraught.
Needless to say, he was not satisfied. Starting there, the count decided to act more autonomously: making grand gestures at the Festival in Zalto, lobbying for a new road to eschew the toxic taxes place on his people by the Council, befriending the Goddess Agni when the world seemed to reach for secularism. It all made huge strides for him; sadly, though, it also made no shortage of enemies. It was at this point, he decided, a matter of information. Perhaps all that advice from Youkimi finally took (they had, if we remember, shared a fantastic pep-talk on the bank of the Thousand River Delta); maybe it was just a sign of the sobriety--whatever it was, Dixon was determined to become more well-read and engaged in the mental games played by those in his class.
With this sharpened mind, why not, came a resolve to sharpen his skills with the sword. He would join Hisoka's drills often, taking part as one of many being trained in the art of self defence. These pupils would in turn train a force for the count that would be used mainly to protect his road. This, as his intellect and skill increased, he knew to be a necessity as well. In the wake of these new developments he also built a temple to Agni and the Etelonian god Pelib, to honor his heritage and the Grace on which his people had survived.
Stat Changes:
+10 Intel.
Abilities:
Adv. Swordsman (proposed) Striking Orator: Has been rallying people around him with his charisma for some time now. I would like to request some kind of light bonus to transactions or something of the like. I don't want to push the boundaries, nor do I expect the ability to be granted at all, but I just thought it was an entertaining idea.
since you don't have a special ability I can allow this, however what is your definition of "Transactions"
The next year or so was very trying for the new nobleman. Forget not being used to the trials of peerage politics; Dixon was thrown into a country that was itself having the world dumped on it. But that's all spoken for.
He befriended the established Baroness Youkimi Kai, then heiress of the Kaishin Estate. Odd pairing: the count and baroness were sort of flung together by the powers that be with the intent of introducing the greenhorn count to the nobility scene--whatever that meant--and because of this, even though he technically outranked her--and believe you me when I say taming the stallion of a phoenix was not as smooth a ride as one might've expected from the gilt vanguards of the castle--Dixon was told, again and again, that he would have to listen to his junior guide for his own good--for everyone's good.
Several bar fights later, toss in some montage centered around a "gentlemanly competition," and perhaps a funny shot or two about the man learning the finer art of the stage, and there in the blink of an eye--a year was so to the giant, deep eye of Epsilon--and there was a crucible from which the new and improved count Titanus was poured. Then the world tossed them all off its back...
He didn't know what to do. Damnit, he couldn't breathe! Every piece of air, even away from home, was laced with the grey-red iridescence of evaporating lives; and it stung the words right from his lungs--just a dumb, drunken old workaholic, that's what was left of the count who was neither 'Light' or 'Dark.'
Fortunately, there was work to be done; and where there was work to be done there was someone there to pull up the best version of the most capable and shake them awake. Dixon got his from Athena, beloved and mother of Roland Bellris' child. From there things got only more tangled up. No longer would it do to simply worry about his own people; Dixon, reaching out, was tested on his diplomacy when faced with a less than altruistic Bellrisian council decision headed by the headstrong Hysteria Bellris--former queen, why not?--and agreed to by Queen Ophelia the Distraught.
Needless to say, he was not satisfied. Starting there, the count decided to act more autonomously: making grand gestures at the Festival in Zalto, lobbying for a new road to eschew the toxic taxes place on his people by the Council, befriending the Goddess Agni when the world seemed to reach for secularism. It all made huge strides for him; sadly, though, it also made no shortage of enemies. It was at this point, he decided, a matter of information. Perhaps all that advice from Youkimi finally took (they had, if we remember, shared a fantastic pep-talk on the bank of the Thousand River Delta); maybe it was just a sign of the sobriety--whatever it was, Dixon was determined to become more well-read and engaged in the mental games played by those in his class.
With this sharpened mind, why not, came a resolve to sharpen his skills with the sword. He would join Hisoka's drills often, taking part as one of many being trained in the art of self defence. These pupils would in turn train a force for the count that would be used mainly to protect his road. This, as his intellect and skill increased, he knew to be a necessity as well. In the wake of these new developments he also built a temple to Agni and the Etelonian god Pelib, to honor his heritage and the Grace on which his people had survived.
Stat Changes:
+10 Intel.
Abilities:
Adv. Swordsman (proposed) Striking Orator: Has been rallying people around him with his charisma for some time now. I would like to request some kind of light bonus to transactions or something of the like. I don't want to push the boundaries, nor do I expect the ability to be granted at all, but I just thought it was an entertaining idea.
since you don't have a special ability I can allow this, however what is your definition of "Transactions"
Oh, ya know~ Maybe certain NPC interactions--deals on land, produce, etc.--simply turn out more favorably more often for him--in addition to being likely to move a domestic population (e.i.: Antigone) to act in a way he would like (that is, to inspire). This of course has little to no bearing on RPCs if they so choose, but I would just like a formal accounting for his charisma as a leader.
Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 12:38 pm
Cotton Shorts Kid
river rocker
Cotton Shorts Kid
river rocker
Better late than never!
Bio Update:
The next year or so was very trying for the new nobleman. Forget not being used to the trials of peerage politics; Dixon was thrown into a country that was itself having the world dumped on it. But that's all spoken for.
He befriended the established Baroness Youkimi Kai, then heiress of the Kaishin Estate. Odd pairing: the count and baroness were sort of flung together by the powers that be with the intent of introducing the greenhorn count to the nobility scene--whatever that meant--and because of this, even though he technically outranked her--and believe you me when I say taming the stallion of a phoenix was not as smooth a ride as one might've expected from the gilt vanguards of the castle--Dixon was told, again and again, that he would have to listen to his junior guide for his own good--for everyone's good.
Several bar fights later, toss in some montage centered around a "gentlemanly competition," and perhaps a funny shot or two about the man learning the finer art of the stage, and there in the blink of an eye--a year was so to the giant, deep eye of Epsilon--and there was a crucible from which the new and improved count Titanus was poured. Then the world tossed them all off its back...
He didn't know what to do. Damnit, he couldn't breathe! Every piece of air, even away from home, was laced with the grey-red iridescence of evaporating lives; and it stung the words right from his lungs--just a dumb, drunken old workaholic, that's what was left of the count who was neither 'Light' or 'Dark.'
Fortunately, there was work to be done; and where there was work to be done there was someone there to pull up the best version of the most capable and shake them awake. Dixon got his from Athena, beloved and mother of Roland Bellris' child. From there things got only more tangled up. No longer would it do to simply worry about his own people; Dixon, reaching out, was tested on his diplomacy when faced with a less than altruistic Bellrisian council decision headed by the headstrong Hysteria Bellris--former queen, why not?--and agreed to by Queen Ophelia the Distraught.
Needless to say, he was not satisfied. Starting there, the count decided to act more autonomously: making grand gestures at the Festival in Zalto, lobbying for a new road to eschew the toxic taxes place on his people by the Council, befriending the Goddess Agni when the world seemed to reach for secularism. It all made huge strides for him; sadly, though, it also made no shortage of enemies. It was at this point, he decided, a matter of information. Perhaps all that advice from Youkimi finally took (they had, if we remember, shared a fantastic pep-talk on the bank of the Thousand River Delta); maybe it was just a sign of the sobriety--whatever it was, Dixon was determined to become more well-read and engaged in the mental games played by those in his class.
With this sharpened mind, why not, came a resolve to sharpen his skills with the sword. He would join Hisoka's drills often, taking part as one of many being trained in the art of self defence. These pupils would in turn train a force for the count that would be used mainly to protect his road. This, as his intellect and skill increased, he knew to be a necessity as well. In the wake of these new developments he also built a temple to Agni and the Etelonian god Pelib, to honor his heritage and the Grace on which his people had survived.
Stat Changes:
+10 Intel.
Abilities:
Adv. Swordsman (proposed) Striking Orator: Has been rallying people around him with his charisma for some time now. I would like to request some kind of light bonus to transactions or something of the like. I don't want to push the boundaries, nor do I expect the ability to be granted at all, but I just thought it was an entertaining idea.
since you don't have a special ability I can allow this, however what is your definition of "Transactions"
Oh, ya know~ Maybe certain NPC interactions--deals on land, produce, etc.--simply turn out more favorably more often for him--in addition to being likely to move a domestic population (e.i.: Antigone) to act in a way he would like (that is, to inspire). This of course has little to no bearing on RPCs if they so choose, but I would just like a formal accounting for his charisma as a leader.
I'm hesitant to allow this since their are several others who would have more charisma then Dixon [Hysteria and Joachim, Evelyn and Azazel, Dowager Valeska] Everything else is Legit....but moving around population and when it comes to political matters.....
The next year or so was very trying for the new nobleman. Forget not being used to the trials of peerage politics; Dixon was thrown into a country that was itself having the world dumped on it. But that's all spoken for.
He befriended the established Baroness Youkimi Kai, then heiress of the Kaishin Estate. Odd pairing: the count and baroness were sort of flung together by the powers that be with the intent of introducing the greenhorn count to the nobility scene--whatever that meant--and because of this, even though he technically outranked her--and believe you me when I say taming the stallion of a phoenix was not as smooth a ride as one might've expected from the gilt vanguards of the castle--Dixon was told, again and again, that he would have to listen to his junior guide for his own good--for everyone's good.
Several bar fights later, toss in some montage centered around a "gentlemanly competition," and perhaps a funny shot or two about the man learning the finer art of the stage, and there in the blink of an eye--a year was so to the giant, deep eye of Epsilon--and there was a crucible from which the new and improved count Titanus was poured. Then the world tossed them all off its back...
He didn't know what to do. Damnit, he couldn't breathe! Every piece of air, even away from home, was laced with the grey-red iridescence of evaporating lives; and it stung the words right from his lungs--just a dumb, drunken old workaholic, that's what was left of the count who was neither 'Light' or 'Dark.'
Fortunately, there was work to be done; and where there was work to be done there was someone there to pull up the best version of the most capable and shake them awake. Dixon got his from Athena, beloved and mother of Roland Bellris' child. From there things got only more tangled up. No longer would it do to simply worry about his own people; Dixon, reaching out, was tested on his diplomacy when faced with a less than altruistic Bellrisian council decision headed by the headstrong Hysteria Bellris--former queen, why not?--and agreed to by Queen Ophelia the Distraught.
Needless to say, he was not satisfied. Starting there, the count decided to act more autonomously: making grand gestures at the Festival in Zalto, lobbying for a new road to eschew the toxic taxes place on his people by the Council, befriending the Goddess Agni when the world seemed to reach for secularism. It all made huge strides for him; sadly, though, it also made no shortage of enemies. It was at this point, he decided, a matter of information. Perhaps all that advice from Youkimi finally took (they had, if we remember, shared a fantastic pep-talk on the bank of the Thousand River Delta); maybe it was just a sign of the sobriety--whatever it was, Dixon was determined to become more well-read and engaged in the mental games played by those in his class.
With this sharpened mind, why not, came a resolve to sharpen his skills with the sword. He would join Hisoka's drills often, taking part as one of many being trained in the art of self defence. These pupils would in turn train a force for the count that would be used mainly to protect his road. This, as his intellect and skill increased, he knew to be a necessity as well. In the wake of these new developments he also built a temple to Agni and the Etelonian god Pelib, to honor his heritage and the Grace on which his people had survived.
Stat Changes:
+10 Intel.
Abilities:
Adv. Swordsman (proposed) Striking Orator: Has been rallying people around him with his charisma for some time now. I would like to request some kind of light bonus to transactions or something of the like. I don't want to push the boundaries, nor do I expect the ability to be granted at all, but I just thought it was an entertaining idea.
since you don't have a special ability I can allow this, however what is your definition of "Transactions"
Oh, ya know~ Maybe certain NPC interactions--deals on land, produce, etc.--simply turn out more favorably more often for him--in addition to being likely to move a domestic population (e.i.: Antigone) to act in a way he would like (that is, to inspire). This of course has little to no bearing on RPCs if they so choose, but I would just like a formal accounting for his charisma as a leader.
I'm hesitant to allow this since their are several others who would have more charisma then Dixon [Hysteria and Joachim, Evelyn and Azazel, Dowager Valeska] Everything else is Legit....but moving around population and when it comes to political matters.....
I beg to differ on the issue that others are more liked than Dixon, simply because I believe his interactions have proven him to be capable of winning most over, but I won't press it.
I think you'll find his rhetoric has united people under a cause before (see the last scene in Etelan). Whether or not it is recognised with any systematic boosts, I would simply like you to acknowledge that from rallying his own people to fostering camaraderie among others who likely held a less than positive view of him due to reputation, to reaching out to foreign leaders--in character--that Dixon has been dynamic as a speaker and leader.
Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 3:32 pm
Cotton Shorts Kid
When it comes to Dixon being liked, perception is key.
Counter proposal: 25% off EC transactions when they return, and as Charisma isn't a skill, how about instead he gets +15 to strength when he is in either Etelan or Titania as a "will of the people" since they like him so much.
And as to recognizing that he has charisma [without systematic boosts] yes he does have it, and if it was a skill he would be relatively high.
When it comes to Dixon being liked, perception is key.
Counter proposal: 25% off EC transactions when they return, and as Charisma isn't a skill, how about instead he gets +15 to strength when he is in either Etelan or Titania as a "will of the people" since they like him so much.
And as to recognizing that he has charisma [without systematic boosts] yes he does have it, and if it was a skill he would be relatively high.
I'll take it. ^.^ Thanks cap'n~
Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2017 9:21 pm
river rocker
Bio Update:
In the second year after the eruption Dixon Titanus found himself in the thick of conflicts he hadn't thought of as being real to this world before. He met a goddess, did battle, made deals with foreign leaders, ignored his advisors, made enemies just as quickly as he struck them down...
Needless to say it was a very active year for the count. It had started with the auction. Marvelous time that was. After the near death of the Emperor, Dixon had decided to raise funds for the state, to much success. With 110,000EC and open mines, the highway project and others would finally commence.
Before they would be finished, however, his country would need his strengths as a fighter and delegate. First, he was stolen away from complacency by a reluctant but very real rage regarding the Goddess Agni. Their battle was brutal, and Dixon lost more of himself than just the flesh that was torn and burnt from him by the end of it. That night, surrounded by lights, the Lord of Titania slipped into the dark waters of depression.
It made him practically inert in the Solidon Rebellion. When his country needed the brash and confident Count Titanus, they saw a man that was as fragile as the ice forming around the Royal Abode. With the threat of having their independence stolen away from them, the count did nothing to stand out, and only showed emotion when facing the princess Ursula Drosslymyer.
For whatever reason, this seemed to draw the attention of Chusi Chhatrapati, who was pivotal in quelling the rebellion and in now takes her position as head of Solidon. The Duchess, then Lady, was what brought Dixon back from the brink. He had no right to judge himself as weak, to even take the luxury to be soft, when Chusi was near.
After confirming that Lady Marigold had been healed, the count found himself in a isolated chamber of forgotten history. This was what it was to be in Solidon Castle in the winter. The two days he spent there were not without shivering, but it was the warmth he coaxed from the duchess that kept his blood flowing.
After his stay at Chusi's estate, the count brought himself up to Lionis, perhaps against his better judgement, to again meet with Esther, another daughter of the Emperor. They had met earlier that year as well, enjoying a playful walk by the misty fountains and the charming little shops in some storied street in the heart of the Empire. Whenever he saw her, allowed himself to be seen by her, the count was renewed to a state he hadn't been since he was a rude, loud, loveable drunken bard-brawler in the old Ethe bars.
So boyish and free it made him, that the two seemed to fall into a rare confidence reserved for the knotted lovers on rainy nights. Again they were trapped inside--two layers: the eyes and the withering blasts of winter through the smallest gaps in the cabin logs--and again none complained, for they new that, without such a word, it was this special way that lovers spread wings known by names synonymous with freedom...
Over the past few months Dixon has been hard at work, pushing his limits as a negotiator and working with the men in the field when possible. His connections to the Duke Xerseis of Phobos have grown stronger, and wherever he goes he leaves something of an influence. Basina Marigold, having been taught the business model for Titania and Etelan (as well as the rationale behind the New-Ethe plan), has the full confidence of his lordship to govern Antigone. With a load lessened, Dixon allowed himself to focus more intently on the arts, tailoring a loose canon for his sculptors, painters, architects, etc. that is based on the passionate embrace of Tomorrow. After the funerals of Duke Chai Chhatrapati and Queen Ophelia, Dixon is finally ready to make strides toward his goals, able to put the past to rest where it belongs... behind him.
