Choir Liore Race: Half-human ( elf ) Age: 19 Sex: Male Sexuality: Homosexual Relationship: Single Height: 5’7” Build: Slim, Swimmer Personality He’s a little tone-deaf when it comes to social interaction among people who aren’t nobles. His upbringing meant there was little time to enjoy ‘common’ folk. As such, he can tend to make situations occasionally awkward, not really understanding the way people react to things. He has a tendency to speak his mind with little regard to the possibility of hurting someone else’s feelings. But with that, comes a touch of naivety. He has virtually no ‘street smarts’ – and he doesn’t really get the idea of family as something that someone is close to. He sees other people much like others of his typical ‘class’ even if he does generally try to break away from that. He doesn’t get angry ( not visibly, at least ) and he doesn’t really try to express ideologies. He will, however, stand up for himself and others if he feels the need. It’s a stubbornness ingrained in to him that people should not be yoked to someone just because that person is bigger, stronger ( or more rich ). Positive: Stoic, Inquisitive, Attentive Negative: Naïve, Awkward, Rude Biography Born to a family of wealth and privilege, Choir was brought up knowing nothing of wanting. In truth, it wasn’t until he was much older that he realized most people didn’t live like this – decadent, with every desire granted to them. Well, not every desire. Despite his desire, his family was not particularly interested in raising a child. He was a trophy piece – two older brothers made it quite obvious that he was not an heir apparent. But he was cute, and his hair was bright, vibrant red in a family of brunettes. He sparked talks of infidelity, and intrigue that most people could appreciate. After all, there is no such thing as bad publicity in the realm of money and politics. Though he certainly benefitted from having everything he could want, he longed for affection. His brothers provided far more than his parents seemed capable of, and his tutor did her best to provide him some level of companionship. He was drawn to the martial art of archery fairly early. He wasn’t sure why – something about the whistling of the arrow through the air, perhaps, struck a chord within him. This, in turn, became something he could be skilled at – a way to earn his parent’s affection. Or at least their attention. Of course, he was wrong. Sports weren’t exactly the most important thing, and that’s all his archery could be considered. It had no ‘merit’ in a world where gods were running around. All that mattered was the business. It just didn’t matter to him. His irritation and uncertainty manifested his magic around thirteen – providing him yet another new outlet. Something strange and intriguing. But apparently, as it was not bright and flashy, it was little more than a ‘parlor trick.’ And it hurt. Stung, even. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve such ire – the punishment of being born third, rather than first, it seemed. Aside from parental neglect, however, his life was otherwise enchanted. He had a wonderful tutor, loving, encouraging siblings, and a few other well-off friends. At sixteen, he discovered how the ‘other side’ lived. It had been something small – traversing a small township, where he saw people dressed… well, poorly. Not badly, but none of the bright colors and attractive things he was used to seeing. The children ( mostly younger than he ) seemed content, though they had nothing of any real interest going on. It wasn’t until he saw an adult almost beat a child for stealing a single piece of fruit that it clicked. He wasn’t stealing a toy, or a garment. It was just… food. That was all it took, before he made the decision to become an adventurer. It wouldn’t happen for some time – he needed patience and to gather up some courage. He wanted to make certain he wouldn’t just set foot in there and die. So he pushed himself harder. All he would need was years. Four was all he was willing to invest before he declared himself ‘ready’ – even if he did not tell his family he was going, nor would he partake of their money to get started. Status Familia: N/A Occupation: Adventurer Archetype: Hybrid Floor Achieved: 0 Current Level: 1 Strength: I - 015 Vitality: I - 015 Dexterity: I - 065 Agility: I - 030 Magic: I - 065 Skill: Hide and Seek: [Passive, Offensive] When firing while the target is unaware of his location, his Critical Strike chance only ( not his full dexterity ) is increased by 2 ranks. This is why he favors strategic retreating when he can. Magic: Weapon Creation: [Elemental, Single-Target, Offensive, Short Chant] By drawing on nearby elements, he can construct a magical weapon with the properties of said element. In addition to casting the spell, he must also be in physical, skin-contact with the element he’s trying to draw upon – with no protection. If he wants to create a fire weapon, he would have to physically shove his skin in fire. As such, he is limited by whatever elements are nearby and he can touch. Air / Earth are the usual ones he can use with relative ease. ”Give power to my hands.” Each weapon can only be used once before it breaks, and is usually done for arrows. Equipment Weapons: Nameless Bow A standard, sturdy longbow. Armors: Hunter’s Leathers Greens and browns, better suited for blending and mobility. Property: To be acquired Played by Ven Posting Pace: Considerable zoom-zoom Comfortable Post Length: Anywhere from 250-1200. Depends. Face-claim: Tigrevurmud Vorn ( Madan no Ou to Vanadis )
Archetype: Hybrid Current Level: 1 Strength: I - 015 Vitality: I - 015 Dexterity: I - 065 Agility: I - 030 Magic: I - 065 Skill: Hide and Seek: [Passive, Offensive] When firing while the target is unaware of his location, his Critical Strike chance only ( not his full dexterity ) is increased by 2 ranks. This is why he favors strategic retreating when he can. Magic: Weapon Creation: [Elemental, Single-Target, Offensive, Short Chant] By drawing on nearby elements, he can construct a magical weapon with the properties of said element. In addition to casting the spell, he must also be in physical, skin-contact with the element he’s trying to draw upon – with no protection. If he wants to create a fire weapon, he would have to physically shove his skin in fire. As such, he is limited by whatever elements are nearby and he can touch. Air / Earth are the usual ones he can use with relative ease. ”Give power to my hands.” Each weapon can only be used once before it breaks, and is usually done for arrows.
