Gender: | Male | Race: | Human/Mixed | Level: | 1 (0 / 200 EXP) | Age: | 17 | Class: | Blacksmith | Money: | 500G |
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| Appearance |
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| Standing at almost six feet tall, with amber-colored hair, his life took quite a turn this year, and the gate caused a slight gash to appear on his right arm and left leg. His similarly colored amber eyes, although slightly sharp, radiate with confidence. The clothes he wore before traveling into the gate were a simple cloth shirt and loose pants, but they were all now either scorched or scrapped; like the missing tip of his shoes. |
| Personality |
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| He's slightly unsure of it himself, on one hand, he loves animals and wishes for the safety of everyone and thing he holds dear, but then, on the other hand, he's sometimes willing to kill someone for the smallest of things. Petty but honest, forgiving but deceitful, only one word could be used to describe him; chaotic. |
| Backstory |
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In his pockets, he would always hold onto the feather of a magical spirit he met as a child, treating it as a precious treasure of a time now lost to him. At the age of fifteen, his father brought him to the smithy so as to reel him in at a young age, and his mother later taught him how to count and do basic math. He was one of many boys in the village, with only his intelligence and sharp tongue being his few defining features. Later on, he went off to the imperial academy for gifted minds, coming back after having learned much the two years he's spent there, including revolutionary techniques in forging and magic that his professor taught him.
As intelligent as he might've been, nothing could prepare him when his entire village was set ablaze. No amount of buckets could stop that sea of fire, and no tears or prayers would bring his family back to him.
Like his parents, he was consumed by the flames while trying to save them. When he opened his eyes, he found himself clutching onto the same hammer used by his father before he died, and in a city unfamiliar to him; while wiping off the drool on his face, he set his eyes onto the building in front of him. |
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| Inventory | Skills |
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| | Feather of Suzaku: A red feather that shines when held, perhaps
proving to those who find it of its value and the mystery behind it.
Iron Hoe: What can be said other than that you shouldn't ever waste
a diamond on a hoe.
Scrap Cloth: Originally a shirt, after being exposed to both
flames and a dimensional rift, it's now ended up in a sorry state.
Currently putting pressure on the wounds around his arm and leg.
Ripped Boots: At least it was just this, imagine if it were his pants that
got ruined.
Balmer's Mallet: An iron mallet once used by Carther's father, holds
immense sentimental value to him, and can perhaps turn into
something more in due time. | Refined Strike: A powerful strike capable of effectively removing
impurities in metals, but can also be used to fiercely strike at someone.
Devil Form (Sealed/Can Evolve): A powerful ability used to temporarily
transform the user into a living ancient devil. The power behind this form
is explosive, suggesting the original bloodline of this Devil Dorm.
Creation (Passive): Gives the sole user of this ability the power to create,
and the potential of more.
Super Basic Swordsmanship (Can Evolve Further): Carther can register
how to swing a stick or a metal rod without accidentally
smacking into someone. |
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