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Name: Khet “Mou-kun” Nalls
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Level: 1 (must start out at level 1)
Class: Assassin
Archetype: Master assassin
Subclass: Mage
SubArchetype: Elementalist
Stats (numbered)
current exp:
exp needed:
HP:
MP:
SP:
Gald:
Stats (best, middle, worst)
PHYSICAL
Strength: Middle
Speed: Best
Stamina: worst
MENTAL
Intelligence: middle
Quick Thinking / Tactics: Best
Will Power: worst (but will still defend those precious to him)
MAGIC
Power: Middle
Control: Best
Reserves: worst
SKILLS
Reflexes / Timing: Best
Accuracy (Critical hits): worst (but still pretty darn good)
Memory (performing skills correctly): Middle
Equipment
Weapons: A case containing assassin’s tools, he almost never uses it
Items: travelers tools
Armor: Studded Leather armor in some places
Relics:
Techniques
Skills: Assassin’s killing tech tree (level 3 mastery)
Spells:
-Lightening Spells tech tree (level one mastery)
-Fire Spells tech tree (level one mastery)
Character Information
Appearance:
Personality: sort of goofy and perverted most of the time Khet is genraly good natured and friendly. He has the ability to kill but almost never uses it evwn when it is extremely incovenent not to do so. For some odd reason he insists that those close to him (stef) call him Mou-kun even though that is not his real name. In a fight Khet focuses on protecting those around him while emobalising an opponent rather than dealing fatal injury, he can be overprotective. Khet genraly enjoys a good time and is usualy looking for one.
History: Raised from birth to be a killing machine he did not pick up things like “kindness” or “Love” when he was suppose to, from early on all that mattered was weather a person was worth killing or not, that was the sort of upbringing his family gave him. The family he was born in to was an infamous assassin clan to which he was meant to be the greatest prodigy. At age ten a fundamental flaw in the way he had been programmed caused him to attack his own family, deeming them to be worth killing, being all elite assassins a brief struggle broke out, in which another programming flaw, performed willingly and out of a sort of selfish, twisted love from his mother, the instinct to run from strong opponents, something the rest of them did not have. As he ran he became lost and eventually ended up in a small town the day it was attacked by bandits, having not yet learned to judge right from wrong he did not attack them, but he did not run ether. For some reason, perhaps loneliness he followed these men who, like him, killed for a living. Soon he found happiness with the bandits, their rough lifestyle suited him nicely and he began to gain a basic undemanding of social structure, although he knew that he mattered and that other people could be found to be just as important he had not yet expressed compassion. The years went by in much the same way until he was sixteen and, like many times before and after raids they stopped for ail and whores. Like most of these times he kept away from the main partying and took long walks along the insides of the inns and around the taverns. It was on such a walk that he overheard one of the bar’s workers yelling at someone for falling down on to broken glass and getting blood on the floor, she ((really Stef so he)) cried and apologized over and over again but it only made the man more angry, something about her crying made him feel oddly unhappy, he did not want to see her ((remember it’s a boy, Stef, he just dose not know yet)) sad anymore, but why? The man was ready to beat this other person to a pulp for being so pathetic and crying so often when he intervened saying that there was some odd significance to this person that he did not want have him hurt her, being in the business of human trafficking the man offered him an opportunity to pay for “Stef” if he was so interested in him, for what ever reason he refused. Later on as he was walking through the town’s marketplace he bumped in to Stef again, he was covered in injuries more so than before and was looking around nervously, just then from around a corner a group of three men, one was the man from before, approved them but before anything could be said he instantly put his arm around Stef and calmly told the man that he was in fact going to pay for Stef. Later on, in their room the two had a brief conversation in which Stef explained that he was a boy and his situation, how hard his life was and how he had tried to escapee again when he had found him though his emotions were not fully developed he felt a fair degree of sympathy for Stef and expressed kindness to another being for the first time. Setf, although afraid felt this warmth as well. Soon the bandits were moving out but he told him to endure and wait for them, they would free him when they had gained supplies from the next raid. Unforutuniely what they though was an easy raid turned out to be an ambush, those that survived were arrested. While in prissoned he developed his emotions to a normal human level. Unable to save the others he used his assassins skills to escape and travled the world having many positive experiences but never forgetting Stef and the promise he had made him. When he had amased enough money to out right buy him in to freedom he returned to the bar to find Stef had escaped long ago and that almost no one was there anymore. He began to flow along his trail with hopes of catching up to Stef, the only friend he had.
Goals: find Stef, bust out his bandit friends, quit killing for good, and become a doctor
Name: Khet “Mou-kun” Nalls
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Level: 1 (must start out at level 1)
Class: Assassin
Archetype: Master assassin
Subclass: Mage
SubArchetype: Elementalist
Stats (numbered)
current exp:
exp needed:
HP:
MP:
SP:
Gald:
Stats (best, middle, worst)
PHYSICAL
Strength: Middle
Speed: Best
Stamina: worst
MENTAL
Intelligence: middle
Quick Thinking / Tactics: Best
Will Power: worst (but will still defend those precious to him)
MAGIC
Power: Middle
Control: Best
Reserves: worst
SKILLS
Reflexes / Timing: Best
Accuracy (Critical hits): worst (but still pretty darn good)
Memory (performing skills correctly): Middle
Equipment
Weapons: A case containing assassin’s tools, he almost never uses it
Items: travelers tools
Armor: Studded Leather armor in some places
Relics:
Techniques
Skills: Assassin’s killing tech tree (level 3 mastery)
Spells:
-Lightening Spells tech tree (level one mastery)
-Fire Spells tech tree (level one mastery)
Character Information
Appearance:
Personality: sort of goofy and perverted most of the time Khet is genraly good natured and friendly. He has the ability to kill but almost never uses it evwn when it is extremely incovenent not to do so. For some odd reason he insists that those close to him (stef) call him Mou-kun even though that is not his real name. In a fight Khet focuses on protecting those around him while emobalising an opponent rather than dealing fatal injury, he can be overprotective. Khet genraly enjoys a good time and is usualy looking for one.
History: Raised from birth to be a killing machine he did not pick up things like “kindness” or “Love” when he was suppose to, from early on all that mattered was weather a person was worth killing or not, that was the sort of upbringing his family gave him. The family he was born in to was an infamous assassin clan to which he was meant to be the greatest prodigy. At age ten a fundamental flaw in the way he had been programmed caused him to attack his own family, deeming them to be worth killing, being all elite assassins a brief struggle broke out, in which another programming flaw, performed willingly and out of a sort of selfish, twisted love from his mother, the instinct to run from strong opponents, something the rest of them did not have. As he ran he became lost and eventually ended up in a small town the day it was attacked by bandits, having not yet learned to judge right from wrong he did not attack them, but he did not run ether. For some reason, perhaps loneliness he followed these men who, like him, killed for a living. Soon he found happiness with the bandits, their rough lifestyle suited him nicely and he began to gain a basic undemanding of social structure, although he knew that he mattered and that other people could be found to be just as important he had not yet expressed compassion. The years went by in much the same way until he was sixteen and, like many times before and after raids they stopped for ail and whores. Like most of these times he kept away from the main partying and took long walks along the insides of the inns and around the taverns. It was on such a walk that he overheard one of the bar’s workers yelling at someone for falling down on to broken glass and getting blood on the floor, she ((really Stef so he)) cried and apologized over and over again but it only made the man more angry, something about her crying made him feel oddly unhappy, he did not want to see her ((remember it’s a boy, Stef, he just dose not know yet)) sad anymore, but why? The man was ready to beat this other person to a pulp for being so pathetic and crying so often when he intervened saying that there was some odd significance to this person that he did not want have him hurt her, being in the business of human trafficking the man offered him an opportunity to pay for “Stef” if he was so interested in him, for what ever reason he refused. Later on as he was walking through the town’s marketplace he bumped in to Stef again, he was covered in injuries more so than before and was looking around nervously, just then from around a corner a group of three men, one was the man from before, approved them but before anything could be said he instantly put his arm around Stef and calmly told the man that he was in fact going to pay for Stef. Later on, in their room the two had a brief conversation in which Stef explained that he was a boy and his situation, how hard his life was and how he had tried to escapee again when he had found him though his emotions were not fully developed he felt a fair degree of sympathy for Stef and expressed kindness to another being for the first time. Setf, although afraid felt this warmth as well. Soon the bandits were moving out but he told him to endure and wait for them, they would free him when they had gained supplies from the next raid. Unforutuniely what they though was an easy raid turned out to be an ambush, those that survived were arrested. While in prissoned he developed his emotions to a normal human level. Unable to save the others he used his assassins skills to escape and travled the world having many positive experiences but never forgetting Stef and the promise he had made him. When he had amased enough money to out right buy him in to freedom he returned to the bar to find Stef had escaped long ago and that almost no one was there anymore. He began to flow along his trail with hopes of catching up to Stef, the only friend he had.
Goals: find Stef, bust out his bandit friends, quit killing for good, and become a doctor
