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 Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 1:20 am
RULES:
- Do not post here please, I value neat and tidyness, so I don't need a cluster of unrelated posts here :3
- Please don't take any ideas that I list. :3
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 1:42 am
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Full Name: Musei Miru Tosatsu
Nickname: Musei
Age: 19
Home: {Your home world?}
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Specie: Human
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 142 pounds
Your Slogan: "Save the good, that’s what matters most...”
Personality: Shy, kind, caring, but often comes off as anti-social.
Rank: Pawn
Main Class: Healer
Subclass: {Better defines your limits}
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Energy Pool: [ 300 ] energy.
Fighting Style: Sits back and supports to the best of his abilities.
Sect Connection: {Pick only one of the combinations: [click]}
Sect Color: Silver
Force Manifestation: Aura
Strengths:
• Fast at running.
• Good hearing.
Weaknesses:
• Fairly weak with fighting.
• Cracks under pressure.
Fears:
• Losing himself.
• Losing the person he wishes to protect.
Class Attributes:
• {Dictated by class and rank. Read class info}
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Reductions:
• {Learns ---techniques so many posts faster}
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Personal Attributes:
• Reflect - A small buff that Musei developed while training, this bonus temporarily puts a shield that will reflect back most form of projectiles incoming towards a person (Fireballs, arrows, and very rarely for bullets)
• {Ex. Physical defense increased, 2 additional Elements, learns combat style in 1 less post, etc.}
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Credit: 0
AC:
Missions Complete:
D Rank :: 0
C Rank :: 0
B Rank :: 0
A Rank :: 0
S Rank :: 0
Limitations: {How many of each technique you can learn. Refer to class info. Your main class limits on left side, subclass limits on right side}
• Damage Sect : : 05 / 00
• Combat Style : : 05 / 00
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Weapon Type: Two-handed Staff
Weapon Range: 6’0”
Weapon Weight: 17 Pounds
Weapon Location: Walks with it in his hand
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• A basic medical kit (Contains gauss, needle+thread, band-aids, wet-naps, ext.)
• Smoke pellet x5 (Used to escape from any combat situations if things are bad)
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▬▬┤|The Skills
The Basic Instincts: {Start with the following 3 only}
• Double Jump
• Dash
• Hover
Damage Sect
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{Style name here}
• {Stage progression / techniques learned}
▬▬┤|Weapon Style
{Style name here}
• {Stage progression / techniques learned}
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Musei Tosatsu, a young boy that had grown into a lifestyle of discipline and the way of a warrior. From a young age, Musei was forced into training by his father. At age five, Musei would always give up against his sparring and training matches with his father, but he forced him to continue. It never interested Musei, however, and he soon grew tired of training. One day, when he was ten years old, he faked being sick in order to spend more time with his mother, whom he was never that close with. His mother had been tending to their crops that day, so Musei decided to help her. She taught him how to tend to the crops, and how to plant all of the different seeds. It interested him, and within the day he had discovered a fine interest in gardening. Musei's father, however, was not as pleased with being lied to, and found out about Musei's time with his mother.
The next day, when Musei awoke, his mother was gone, and only his father was there. He forced him to train, harder than ever, to the point where Musei would collapse in pain and anger. He detested his father, to the point where he would have run away from home in order to escape him. The only reason he stayed though was for his mother, and his new found interest in working with the plants. After a year of more training, and not seeing his mother, he had been sneaking out in the nights in order to plant seeds for his own plants. One night, when Musei was out and began to work on the herbs that he planted, he felt a sudden jolt of pain in his body. His father had discovered what he was up to, and was not pleased with him. He forced his son to rip out the herbs, telling him that he was supposed to be a warrior, and not someone who disobeyed his father. Fighting back tears, Musei began to rip out each one of the herbs that he had tended to and grown. Before he ripped out the final herb, however, his hands layed on a branch that had fallen off of a nearby tree. Gripping it, he spun around and swung at his father.
This feeling that flowed through him, this anger and hatred that had built up all of this time, it caused Musei to snap. He had lost control of himself, and when his mind cleared, he woke up in his bed, bruises all along his face.. He didn't see his father for a day, but when he did come, he had large bruises all along his face. But he was not mad, he was proud of Musei. He trained Musei more, but soon found dissapointment in him once more, craving the warrior that he had seen that night. This continued until he turned sixteen. At this point, his mother had returned to the home. When Musei asked her where she had went, she told him that she had to leave for a time. Musei did not question it, as he knew better, but simply continued to train. By this point in his life, Musei had given up with gardening, and tried to be the best a son could be for his father, but was only a dissapointment. While his mother was back, she taught him all sorts of things to do with healing. How to control his aura, meditation, and how to even let small scratches heal within minutes. This was something Musei enjoyed. He wanted to give life, not take it away from others.
During his father's training, they were sitting and resting for a moment, before his father told Musei that he was a failure, and that he should leave with his mother to somewhere without him around. Musei did not argue, as he knew he was a dissapointment to his father. The last words Musei remembered of the man was "Why couldn't you be like that boy that night..." It was later discovered after a month that Musei's father had committed suicide, with nobody else to live for. Musei trained with his mother, learning about herbs and medicines that would help him heal people, and eventually, he became somewhat talented. He didn't have much talent with what little experience he had, but he had made progress. Now, Musei still trains, but left his mother's side in order to seek training from someone else, to bring life to the rest of the world.
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