Boaz Déclin Rive

Déclin Rive

Race: Boaz
Age: 20
Sex: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship: None


Height: 5'10"
Build: Moderate, muscular

Personality

A chip-on-the-shoulder sort of character, Déclin always remained a reserved young lad- slowly opening up to others as his age progressed. While remaining wary in terms of whom to associate himself with, he has indeed become a bit of a socialite in racial standards.

A realist in practically every situation, he has always had a slight mind when it came to war games that he and his friends would play as children, leading him to have a vast understanding of just what should and should not be done in terms of small unit cooperation, while anything above a group of ten is ultimately bewildering. In Lehman's terms: He doesn't do well in groups of any sort.

Outside of combat, or any other situation he deems dangerous, he is still rather closed in upon himself- only speaking when directly spoken to or in a situation where he has deemed his input to be worthy of interrupting the flow of conversation. Overall. . .He is somewhat serious in any situation, and reserves conversation for anything important.

Positive: Steadfast, Calm, Observant
Negative: Stubborn, Overly 'lax, Detached

Biography

From a young age, he was left to fend for himself, living on the outskirts of small villages and towns and left to hunt for other beasts to get a proper source of sustenance. Déclin was mostly found hunting small to medium sized game in the woods and other wilderness that surrounded the villages in his nomadic travels. It wasn't long before he had heard tale of the dungeon, whose floors held the vast wealth and glory that befit someone of his lineage

This ideal was only further fueled by the legends of such famous knights and honor-bound warriors. Whose glimmering armor sent daggers of ice into the hearts of their opponents, fear for their very lives at the sight of the vanguard. It was from that point that Déclin had determined his own fate, that he would be written down as the one and only Boaz to become a feared and honorable knight- and spoken of with high praise befitting that of his race. Like a flash of light, bright one moment and gone the next, he would live towards that one ideal- to this day following the basic belief that he could achieve such a status.

Status

Familia: None

Occupation: Wandering 'Knight' (Mercenary)
Archetype: Arms

Floor Achieved: 0
Current Level: One

Strength: I - 070
Vitality: I - 060
Dexterity: I - 040
Agility: I - 030

Skill:

• Iron Shell [Active, Defensive] The hardships of weathering any form of. . .Weather. . Has left Déclin with a very hardy resistance to physical and elemental resistance, although to use said skill he must reduce his movement speed by 80%.
  
• Tremor [Active, Offensive] A two-handed overhead swing towards the ground causes a sudden shake in the footing of those in the immediate area (around eight feet) around Déclin's being, due to the massive weight of equipment used to cause said swing it can vary in intensity with a change in source weapon.

Magic:

• Unable to find an affinity with Magic

Equipment

Weapons:

• Tree Branch - A massive branch that to some could seem like a small tree, whittled over time to resemble a large club.

Armors:

• Iron Breastplate - Picked from a shady vendor in an alley for a very shoddy price, the straps that fasten it seem worn- and it very obviously in need of a proper once-over by a blacksmith.

Property:

• Homeless miscreant

Played by Moementum

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Face-claim: Human rendition of Meta-Knight (Kirby Series)