Post by Ryker on Apr 29, 2014 5:02:59 GMT
[attr="class","ws"] [attr="class","h"]Ryker [attr="class","fc"]  [attr="class","bi"]REAL NAME: Salvatore Preston [attr="class","bi2"]REAL GENDER:Male [attr="class","bi2"]GENDER: Male [attr="class","bi2"]AGE: 20 [attr="class","bi2"]SEXUALITY: Heterosexual [attr="class","bi2"]FACE-CLAIM: tōshirō hitsugaya, BLEACH [attr="class","bi2"]PLAYED BY: Saber [attr="class","h2"]Appearance [attr="class","b"] Short. That is the one word which is needed to describe Ryker; short. Yet surprises come in small packages, and there are plenty hidden away within the man's body. Standing at a meager four foot, four inches, Ryker is a box of pure rumbling goodness, if a Cleric could be called such. And at that height he tries not to stand out as much as possible, but his snow-white hair makes such a thing nearly impossible. In addition to his white hair, his bright emerald eyes aid to his body's defiance against his will to fade in. Even more so, Ryker's skin is nearly completely pale and he had a very difficult time getting any kind of color to his body aside from his standard Caucasian color. What makes blending in even more difficult is that unlike what the class description suggests for armor, Ryker elects to be a bit of a rebel. Rather than wear the over-sized, clunky plate armor, he wears simple robes and light clothes. As if submitting to his hair and eyes, he tends to wear a large white robe over a set of tighter black pants and shirts. Though, sometimes he wears multiple layers of baggy clothes as to be more comfortable. Though, he doesn't wear these clothes just to wear them or for any kind of defense. He wears them more for warmth and being comfortable in the open air where he tends to be much of the time. Due to the nature of his primary secondary class, Fisherman, Ryker knows he will be outside in the open much of the time. The robe over his many layers of undergarments helps keep the wind at bay and keeps his body heat in, allowing him to last longer while on beaches, at the edges of lakes, or near rivers and streams before having to turn himself in. However, remember those surprises? Well, Ryker tries to keep one locked up tight, but it's fairly difficult to do so because of its nature. During the character creation process, Ryker slipped and accidentally tapped on the race Fox Tail. Without knowing how to go back, and after being a little to tired after a long day, Ryker continued and let himself spawn into the world as such a creature. He tried to hide such a fact beneath his mess of clothes, but it is very hard to hide a swaying white-tail and perked up fox ears. [attr="class","h3"]Personality [attr="class","b"]Growing up where he did taught Ryker one thing; communication keeps him sane. Whether it be with himself, with an imaginary person, with a piece of his equipment, or with someone else. Any sort of talking helps him stay on task. Being apart of a family of fishermen and being out by himself for days on end has taught Ryker that no matter what, he must keep his sanity as well as his humanity. Sure, he needs to eat and he needs to make money, but he also has to keep his mind in one piece and must give back to nature. She is only so kind. However, Ryker also knows when its time for business. After being sent off on his own at a younger age than many, Ryker had to learn quick about the ways of currency, trade, and survival. He built his own home with the money he made fishing and was able to create a name for himself in the area he lived at. Communication was sanity, and communication was life. Success in conversation leads to prosperity, and Ryker is a firm believer in such growth to the point where he has nearly groveled a few times in order to complete a deal. And it is that determination which has got him where he is now. With a mindset where he is always trying to better himself and his situation while also trying to make himself as beneficial to others as possible, Ryker lives comfortably on his own with a beautiful home on the oceanfront. Life is give and take, and Ryker enjoys giving more than he takes. He is a man of business, but as the name says; he is a man first. By giving to those around him, Ryker built a foundation. On the foundation, he made friends, and those friends supported him through his trials. Now, all that he has left is to look forward to the next day and the next catch. With a smile on his face, a family tune rolling off his lips, and a glimmer in his eye; Ryker is a man willing to help those in need, and he is a man who has dug his way to a steady life. Even now, when the world has changed, Ryker remains the same. He's just a man trying to get by. [attr="class","h3"]History [attr="class","b"] Tales of people rising up from the ashes litter the history books of the world and dozens of them begin every minute of every day. Children are born into lives of poverty and placed onto life roads filled with holes, twists, turns, and cliffs without anyone to hold their hands. Yet, they all learn to crawl. They all learn to stand. They all learn to walk. Whether it be to their deaths, or to their future; they move forward for once they take their first breath, there is no going back. Life is a game, and we’re all playing it… One such person who was thrown into such a life was Salvatore Preston. Many who knew of his existence would call him a false excuse for a child, others would caste their eyes of hatred down onto him, but all of them shared something; they knew of him. As a child, Salvatore prospered in being known. Born in a town at the very southern tip of Italy, Salvatore was the child of a Fisherman who slept with the daughter of an extremely wealthy and powerful man. Their love was a tale much like that of Romeo and Juliet’s, but without the death of course, and it was the foundation of a new life; Salvatore’s. Upon discovering the child was the Fisherman’s and not the man the Father planned for his daughter to wed, the Daughter’s Mother had the two quietly sent to her brother’s home in the north, France, before the fierce hand of the Father could be cast. The Uncle of Salvatore took the two runaways in and hid them from the Daughter’s father while ensuring the safety of the newborn. The child was the world to the two new parents, and they would do anything for it. So, the Fisherman extended an offering to the Uncle. In exchange for protection, he would work in the nearby seas and lakes to earn his keep. The Daughter would use her knowledge of housekeeping to ensure the home was clean at all times. The Uncle agreed and the deal was struck. The next day, the tale of the young fisherman began with a spark… Living in the home was strange to Salvatore, and lonely. His mom was always near but always busy with keeping the large home clean. His father left early in the morning and sometimes didn’t return for days, and sometimes longer. His Uncle was always pacing, writing, or in his study as he focused on keeping his business afloat. His Aunt slept or left with her friends without saying a word. The only person Salvatore had to ever rely on was the older and quiet Cousin whom was always drawing; her name was Linda. Linda’s room was filled with pictures the girl drew and she was constantly making more. Her imagination was endless, and such a thing ignited Salvatore’s. He did not draw, for he didn’t have the patience for it, but he dreamed. He dreamed of worlds unknown to him, imagined speaking to large and strange creatures, and ran about the home as if he was in another dimension. His Cousin was no parent or guardian, but she helped the little boy blossom by simply showing him images. Though, they weren’t just images… they were portals. Portals which Linda used as her own escapes from the quiet reality she lived in. With a new face in her life, and a defenseless child at her side, Linda brought Salvatore with her. His first word was Story.For that’s what he enjoyed; stories, and Linda’s pictures were filled with them and he grew up by teleporting to them every morning until he became old enough to follow his Father. Then, he learned how to survive not only in his mind, but in the world. Taking his first steps outside slowly, carefully, softly, and meticulously, Salvatore walked beside his father with a smile on his face and a skip in his step. For the first time in his life, Salvatore learned where his father was going and he was finally able to see the man who brought him to life. At first, it was long and boring as the pair walked for nearly a mile to the docks, but that was only the beginning to something that would change Salvatore’s life forever. His imagination, fed ever since he was born by pictures and scenes of beauty, exploded as he stepped onto his father’s boat. It was as if the boat was a transport craft to a land which Salvatore had prayed that he would see for many months, and it was something he wished would never disappear. As his father took him up the river, Salvatore saw dozens of beautiful sights. He was introduced to dozens of people of all shapes and sizes, and even made a few friends along the way. Even when they reached their destination at a fishing hole, Salvatore’s adventurers only began. Day after day, Salvatore went with his father to the fishing hole only to find friends waiting there to play with him. They created many games and ran about the forest and up the river as they battled pirates, brought down kings, and ruled over nations. There were eight children in total, and all of them bonded like family as they played. Though, they were all sure to return to the fishing hole when the sun began to set. Monsters lurked in the shadows, and Salvatore wasn’t exactly willing to do battle with one of them. Not yet. Though, playing games weren’t the only things the children did at the watering hole. The Fishermen were there to do a job, their trade, and the children were actually there to learn the craft as to survive later. With that in mind, every other day was school day, and there was no playing allowed. The children gathered around their Father’s and nestled in beside the older men, watching, listening, learning how to fill the ice filled buckets, bins, and coolers with fish. Salvatore’s father was well versed in the ways of Fishing and creating three coolers worth of catch on a daily basis was an easy feat for him but he made himself fill as much as possible before the sunset. In all actuality, the man only needed to fill two, as two coolers worth of fish was all that was required for him to earn his keep. After that, everything extra was his. Though, the extra coolers were for something else entirely, not for extra money like the other fishermen were there for. On the way back, after every day of fishing, Salvatore’s Father went to the markets nearby and docked. With a happy smile, he would lead his son up to the stone streets and knock three times on the doors of a large building… tap tap, tip-tap... When the doors would open, Salvatore’s father would be greeted by dozens of happy children and several women dressed in strange garments. Later, Salvatore would learn the name of the place; Church. His Father would carry the coolers around to the side of the large building and set them up beside a small firepit. There, he would create a small spit and then light the coals which were there. If the coals were burnt out, he would replace them. At the sign of the lit fire, people from all around would begin to peek out their windows or come out of the alleys to see the man standing there with a smile on his face. At first, Salvatore was confused, but then his father told him one thing… “Give, and never stop giving. That will lead you to true happiness, my son.” Story. Give. That was what Salvatore had learned. He was young, innocent, but he knew what his father meant for his cousin, Linda, had been giving to him for years. She smiled at him whenever he appeared and her drawings became steadily brighter, happier as time went on. They were once cold, lonely, and dark. Now they were beautiful, as beautiful as sight of people who had begun to gather around the fire; around his father’s smile. He caught not only enough fish to sustain himself, Salvatore, and his wife… but Salvatore’s father helped dozens of people every night with his catch. He worked from morning until dusk, fishing at that hole and in many other places just so he could see the happiness of those around him. His father gave with all of his heart, and he never stopped. Not once did Salvatore ever see his father take something without giving back in return. When his fishing pole snapped, the man paid the seller twice the amount. When he ran out of bait, he returned with a full bucket of fish for that seller. And whenever he asked for help, the man simply asked for a smile in return. There was no fee for the kindness which poured from Salvatore’s father’s heart, and it was something Salvatore could only hope to be. As Salvatore aged, he began to fish on his own. He turned away the children who wanted to play, trading that joy for his ability to fish beside his father. In the beginning it was frustrating, but time healed his wounds and it made him better. Day after day, Salvatore’s skill with the fishing pole increased and his amount of fish captured did as well. He began to add to the fire his father made at the church and began to help earn his keep at the home he lived in. Anything extra, he turned into money. With that money, he bought toys for the children at the watering hole, he replaced the old and frail tools his cousin Linda was using, he bought his mother more advanced cleaning items to help her because of her aging. As he became more and more skilled, Salvatore was able to catch more fish and increased the amount of money he was able to keep. Unlike his father, who gave everything extra to the church, Salvatore opened a bank account and created an income for himself. Though, his father advised him on one more thing… patience. “Time may be short, but it is worth every second. Do not rush the fish.” Story. Give. Time. Such words became engraved in Salvatore’s soul as he grew at the side of one of the greatest men he had ever heard of. Patience became second nature for the boy, and he never faltered in his sprint forward into life. He was born into a difficult situation due to his parents having to flee a country, but they made due. They were living, surviving, and had created a life for themselves which many could only pray to have. They turned something horrible into the greatest achievement, happiness, and Salvatore pledged to his father that he would do the same. He would achieve happiness and he would give back, but there was one thing he would not give; up. Many years passed and time flew by. The watering hole was filled with Fishermen, and Fisherwomen, who were all patiently filling their buckets, bins, and coolers. At the same time, Salvatore filled his bank. He pulled away from his Father’s income at a steady rate, feeding his own need to fish with his own money. The boy paid for his own fishing poles, his own equipment, and was finally able to purchase his own form of transportation to the watering hole. It was a simple row boat, not a motorboat like his father had, but it was transportation nonetheless. Once he had a steady foundation, he split the required keep with his father and paid for his own living expenses at his Uncle’s home. Then, he went to the fishing hole one last time with his father. “I’m leaving.” He told the man. It was a hard moment, but it was coming. Salvatore had turned twenty. He had learned how to survive and had enough to do so. In his spare time, the man had also found other locations to fish along the riverbed. It was time for him to do what his father dreaded; it was time for him to leave the nest. The last day was a quiet one. There were no jokes, no laughs, and no stories. Salvatore and his father sat off to the side. It was the first time Salvatore had seen his father frown. When the sun began to drop, Salvatore’s father gave him one last piece of advice… “Your smile is precious, never let it dim even if you have to give everything for it. And when you meet the woman who makes you smile, give everything for hers.” Story. Give. Time. Smile… Four words which were priceless became the driving force behind Salvatore’s wish to succeed. He didn’t want to let his father down, so he would make sure he never would. He left that day, headed up the water, and found a place to call home, the barn of a farmer, while he got himself situated. He earned his keep; much like his father had, and began to build a home near the water using lumber which he bartered for using a mix of fish and money. It took time, but he carefully managed his time as to ensure that he could fish and make steady progress on his home. It was a shabby place at first, but it was all he needed. Once the basic shape was formed, the boy moved away from the barn and into his little house. From there he expanded. With no one to pay except for the lumber supplier, Salvatore was able to gather more materials faster and was able to do more work in a day than he could before. With patience on his side, the man built himself a beautiful house on the waterfront and created a dock which stretched into the lake he lived beside. Next, he needed a better boat. Though, compared to the house the boat was child’s play. After trading and selling simple fish for nearly a month, Salvatore was able to net enough money to work with. During the time he didn’t spend fishing, the man searched the area for someone who was selling a better craft. He looked for days, searching the rivers in the area and the lake for someone who would be willing to sell to him but he constantly returned home empty handed. Two months passed of this search and Salvatore decided it was not worth it to waste his time. Rather than search the same places for something which wasn’t going to appear, Salvatore directed his attention elsewhere. He began to fish and that which he didn’t sell; he brought to the Church of the town. Like his father, Salvatore went to the holy place every night, and lit a small fire which he could cook with. The nuns and monks were hesitant when the stranger first appeared, but after a few nights Salvatore’s appearance became a normal thing. They welcomed him in and thanked him for his gifts. They asked of how they could repay him, but the happy smiles of the orphaned children were enough. After a week of going to the church, one of the neighbors decided to go over. Her husband shouted at her to return, but she ignored him. She asked the man if she could join them, which Salvatore quickly approved of, and she offered to bring her own dishes. Salvatore did not object. The next night, there was fish and the woman brought several bowls of food to share. The next night, two others came with her, and then another, and then another… Finally, as Salvatore entered the town after his day of fishing, his happy whistling tune became something of a trigger. The town went to sleep when the markets closed and became quiet but that whistle brought the life back. The sound was a tune his father whistled occasionally, and it was a reminder to Salvatore of what the man had taught him. It was a song, a memory, and a lullaby to the boy. At the end of every night, Salvatore whistled that tune as he cleaned up the fire pit. The children watched him as he did so, standing with sad faces as he packed his gear and closed the coolers. However, the boy simple smiled and waved as he left, happily making his way back to his home. Then, one morning, Salvatore was hit with a massive blow to his internal joy; his boat was gone. Whether it was stolen, sank, or simply floated off the boy did not know. All he knew was that he had no way to get to the place he fished at before. He also had no way to get back to town with any of the fish he could catch unless he walked for two miles. To many people, Salvatore was stuck. However, the boy simply smiled and closed his eyes; he give everything but give up. With that, the man walked to the edge of his docks and threw out a line. He whistled his father’s tune and did the only thing he knew how to do; fish. He sat there all day on the edge of his docks, catching the much smaller fish which lived near the shore. He caught nowhere near the amount he needed to in the time he had, but as the sun began to set he packed up anyways. He packed up his gear, lifted the cooler, and began to walk up the small path he had created along the edge of the water. The two miles into town were long, slow, and tiring. The weight of the cooler only built with every step, but he pushed on. Determination was what he had; the town was waiting. Two hours passed, and the sun had set by the time Salvatore reached the edge of the town, but there in the distance he saw a light. It glowed steadily and warmly in the distance, almost greeting him as he stood beside the closed markets. He heaved with exhaustion and nearly turned back defeated as the markets were closed. Yet something compelled him to walk; the light. So he did. The boy lifted his cooler and took in a deep breath. Salvatore put one foot in front of the other and as he crossed the market, he began to whistle his father’s tune… That was also when he realized that the light was actually a fire beside the church and around that were people. The people of the town had gathered around the fire and were waiting for the fisherman to appear. When he reached the church, Salvatore was greeted by the many people who had gradually begun to gather around him. They smiled to him, and many asked what had happened, but Salvatore put the fish first. The children were hungry… The boy fed the people with the catch and explained his story. The children giggled at him, the woman frowned, and several men grew angry, but Salvatore laughed and smiled. He would make due just as his parents had. A boat was able to be replaced, and that was what he planned to do. After the food was ate and the fire put out, Salvatore was invited to sleep in the church. He declined and returned home, making the two mile trip back to his house on the lake where he slept comfortably. With no boat, Salvatore continued to fish off his dock and took the two mile trip back and forth from town without any complaints. Although the town would have none of that and after only four days of seeing their Fisherman tiredly appear at night, they decided to give back to him. On the morning of his fifth day, the tired boy awoke to the sound of a noisy rumbling. Outside was a brand new boat, fully paid for by the town for the fisherman to use. He declined to take it, but he had no choice in the matter. The men nearly forced the thing onto him. It was a lovely vehicle. Its motor was quick, the hull was strong, and there was a cooler built right into the back where Salvatore could store some extra keep. The men had also bought him a brand new pair of fishing rods, as his own was on the verge of breaking. The gift was something Salvatore would never forget, and it was something he would pay back in full. With his new equipment, the boy was able to go further away from his home and fished in much better places. The quality of his catch increased and he was able to increase his income by selling in several different towns along the rivers. With two rods, he was also able to increase his catch. Eventually, the boy was able to not only give to the town he lived by, but he donated to several. Soon, his life was filled with the happiness of others… until another storm raged in his life. A messenger came to the boy one morning, catching him just before he left. Armed with only a letter, the man quietly addressed the boy. In that letter, he read that his father was dying. Without another word, Salvatore abandoned his fishing and made his way as quickly as possible upstream. Within an hour, he returned to his Uncle’s home. His father lay sick on his bed, dying from a disease which they could not afford the cure for. Salvatore had enough, but by the time he arrived it was too late. The man was on the verge of death so the boy simply stayed by his side. For three days, Salvatore remained there, talking to his father. Then, a smile stretched across the old Fisherman’s face. He closed his eyes and began to whistle… It was soft, that tune… Soft and soothing as the joyful tune escaped the man’s lips. At the end of the tune, his grip became light. The man whom had given it all for his family and for everyone around him gave the world one last song before he was taken away, and Salvatore could only beg for one more song. Salvatore spent the next few days with his mother, quietly sitting and staying with her at his Uncle’s home. Word spread about the man’s death and on the day of the funeral, hundreds of people appeared to pay their thanks, and give back to the man. People from the town Salvatore lived near also came out of respect. It was also the time that Salvatore’s mother’s parents finally reappeared. After a long time of keeping her at a distance, they returned and her father paid his respects to the man whom had cared for his daughter. That single motion was enough for Salvatore’s mother to forgive them, and after being pushed by her son, she went back to Italy with her parents. When the day was over, Salvatore spent one last night at his Uncle’s home. After, he returned to his own life. Though, it was tough. Days became longer and he didn’t whistle his father’s tune anymore. Whenever he did, it brought tears to his eyes. Even when he walked into the town at night, he didn’t whistle. The children asked him to hear it, but he politely declined. Day in and day out, Salvatore went through his rhythm without complaining, but he didn’t smile anymore. It hurt inside knowing that his father was gone, but he continued to live as best as he could. For nearly a month, Salvatore went through the motions of life. One day when he returned home from a day of fishing, ready to shift from fisher to seller, a woman stood there in a spring dress. It was a strange sight to behold but once he reached the dock, he learned that it was Linda. It seemed that she had moved to England and had something to show him. Salvatore declined her offer, but she insisted. She said that it would make him happy again. The boy disbelieved such a thing could make him smile but after some coercing, he finally agreed. Salvatore spent one more night in town before announcing that he would be gone for a while. The children whined but the others understood. In the morning, Salvatore left with Linda and went to England to her home. The home was built in a suburb so it was quiet, but it was large. Yet it needed to be as to fit all of Linda’s drawings and paintings. Yet, unlike his child-self, Salvatore did not smile at the sight of the beautiful portraits. Instead, he grumbled and followed his cousin into a small room. There, beside a chair, was a device with some sort of screen. It looked weird and Salvatore didn’t feel comfortable touching such a thing. Linda barked at him and ordered him to sit by it. Reluctantly he did, and he was surprised at what he saw. “Virtual… reality…?” He questioned. “Yes.” Linda responded and began to explain what it was. Curious, Salvatore began to play some of the games which the woman showed to him. He was terrible at many of them, but the simpler ones he could understand and could win at. Then, he was introduced to the game called ‘Elder Tale’. Linda explained it as a game where there was a virtual realm of sorts where a person played as a character in that world. One could fight monsters, perform quests for “non-player characters”, and could essentially live in the world. Skeptical of such a thing, Salvatore continued to play Elder Tale even though he couldn’t read any of it due to the language being some weird, non-English creation. After a few hours, he grew to like the game. Though, Linda told him that it was enough. If he wanted more, than he would have to wait for the update in the morning. So, the boy waited. And the next morning, he booted up Elder Tale and entered the brand new English “server” which was there… Upon clicking the button to spawn in, and after a misclick at the race-choice screen, Salvatore’s virtual adventure began… [attr="class","h3"]Extra [attr="class","b"] --Not Applicable at this time-- |
[attr="class","ws"] [attr="class","h"]statistics and inventory [attr="class","fc"]  [attr="class","bi3"]RACE: Fox Tail [attr="class","bi4"]CLASS: Cleric [attr="class","bi4"]SUBCLASS: Fisherman [attr="class","bi5"]CRAFTING CLASS: Woodcrafter [attr="class","h4"]Stats (DO NOT EDIT THIS SECTION) [attr="class","b3"] [attr="class","lt"] [attr="class","lt1"]character level [attr="class","lt12"]001 [attr="class","lt2"]subclass level [attr="class","lt22"]001 [attr="class","lt2"]crafting level [attr="class","lt22"]001 [attr="class","hm"]HP [attr="class","hm2"]---- [attr="class","hm"]MP [attr="class","hm2"]---- [attr="class","st2"]Strength [attr="class","st22"]--- [attr="class","st12"]+00 [attr="class","st2"]Dexterity [attr="class","st22"]--- [attr="class","st22"]+00 [attr="class","st2"]Agility [attr="class","st22"]--- [attr="class","st22"]+00 [attr="class","st2"]Intelligence [attr="class","st22"]--- [attr="class","st22"]+00 [attr="class","st2"]Wisdom [attr="class","st22"]--- [attr="class","st22"]+00 [attr="class","rt"] [attr="class","h3"]Skills [attr="class","b2"] [attr="class","skill"]Healing Light: Tier I Skill Heals injuries by shooting a white light with a hexagram shape from one's fingertips. The amount of HP it heals is small compared to Heal, but it generates minimal Hate and only consumes a small amount of MP, as well as having short casting and cooldown times. It can be used to heal minor wounds and emergency healing, and is often used alongside primary restoration spells to supplement one's healing capabilities. In large-scale battles where many Clerics are organized, Healing Light can be "showered" on a single tank. Because of its utility, players regardless of level are dependent on the use of this skill. Among its popular nicknames are "Do Your Best Heal" and "Crossroad Heal". This skill has a casting time of 1 second and a cooldown time of 8 seconds. [attr="class","skill"]Timber: Level 1 Skill Toggle skill. Woodcrafters naturally have an affinity for chopping and carving wood, making their abilities key in harming monsters that happen to be arboreal in nature. Woodcrafters deal 20% more damage to Plant-type monsters. They can also cancel buffs on Plant-type monsters upon a successful hit. [attr="class","skill"]Mariner: Level 1 Skill Passive skill. As opposed to the usual player's one-minute limit, the fisherman may remain submerged in the water for two minutes before having to resurface for air or suffer gradual damage. Their movement speed in the water is also not reduced compared to a player's normal speed reduction of 20%. [attr="class","h3"]Equipment [attr="class","b2"] [attr="class","skill"]Armor Starter Platemail: A basic set of plate armor made from cheap iron. They are not really too protective, but they are better than going naked—probably. You probably do want to replace these asap, when you think about it. [attr="class","skill"]Left Hand Starter Katana: A starter weapon designed for novice adventurers, made out of cheap iron. It is well-balanced and easy to use but doesn’t hit particularly hard at all. You probably should get this replaced as soon as you can. [attr="class","skill"]Right Hand [attr="class","skill"]Accessory#1: Description [attr="class","skill"]Accessory#2: Description [attr="class","skill"]Accessory#3: Description [attr="class","skill"]Accessory#4: Description [attr="class","h3"]Inventory (DO NOT EDIT THIS SECTION) [attr="class","b2"] Baby's First Rod (L1): A long twig with a length of string attached. It looks like it'll snap when used to catch anything but tadpoles or young minnows. Simple Knife: One-handed blade, lv1. A weapon that is simple by even the most basic of standards. Its handle is a lousy collection of tied up leather pieces and its blade looks as if it was never polished during the creation process. However its edge is finely sharpened, making it a deadly weapon behind its useless disguise. 2 x Improved Medicinal Formula: Level 10 potion, Therapeutic Index bonus applied. A basic healing potion that restores about 250 HP. It has a toxicity rating of 0. After a player drinks potions with a total toxicity rating of 20, any potions taken afterward become halved in effect. Fragile Basic Woodcrafter Plane - A woodcrafter's Basic Upgrade Tool for cutting and shaping wood. Allows a Woodcrafter to craft Level 11-20 Woodcrafter materials by combining together lower-leveled materials through the Basic Material Upgrading recipe. It doesn't seem to be in good quality though, so it will break after use in any one crafting thread. Orca: A simple, cream and tan colored stick that thinks it is more than it actually is. The tip at the end is serrated on both sides, and will likely break after one use. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but all in all, it is a sharpened stick. |
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