"Great, peachy, thanks fer the info Bubbles, but how much I care right now is probably equal t'yer attention span."
Ambrose Rothfield
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Standing at about six feet tops, this lanky fellow is found usually slouched over, causing him to lose an inch, or two. His greasy visage is largely unimpressive, save for some deep scarring around his left mandible which stretches up his lips. His green eyes seem to ratchet between being deader than darkened coals to extremely focused, usually when he has a job to do. His long red hair is oily, and usually very messy; the only thing keeping it well in place *for the most part) is a ponytail. His grimy, sweaty skin is of a tanish hue, and his body frame is a bit lean, though he does have a bit of muscle here and there.
Ambrose's usual duds consist of a dark brown t-shirt with vertical linings; it's usually caked in sweat around the collar and going downwards. Around his neck, his black and yellow goggles hang loosely, easily accessible and ready whenever he needs to utilize them; while he does wear glasses, he actually doesn't need to wear them. Below the waist, he has tan pants with straps that hang haphazardly on the sides. The fabric around the knees seems to be replaced with another type of cloth. And finally, he wears plain looking smudged up black shoes and gloves.
Weapon of Choice: A
Gauntlet and a (Large) Wrench
Personality: What else is there to say about Ambrose than that he is an easily irritable, sarcastic, bitter husk of a young man. He's harsh and isn't susceptible to easily opening up to others, often trying to dismiss anyone trying to interact with him before getting back to work tweaking one of his inventions, or doing something else that doesn't involve another person. If anyone just wants to disillude themselves from a truth, Ambrose will bluntly shove it back in your face... well, what he thinks the truth is, anyways. Sugarcoating is a one way trip to get yourself hurt.
Strangely enough, he does have a bit of a guilt complex and has been seen overworking himself to the point of exhaustion. During these times, he usually becomes very shortsighted, more so than he usually is, forcing himself to try and endure what he is doing physically and mentally. During this time, he is more prone to lashing out of others who try to talk or do anything with him. Even more strange is when he profusely apologizes after it... jeez, what's up with this guy? Is he bi-polar or something?
Backstory: Even being supposedly consumed by the darkness wouldn't convert this hapless chap into one of them. One moment, it seemed as if the curtains were closing on him and then next? He was lying on the very comfortable pavement on the streets of... supposedly Chrono's. Ambrose spent the next few minutes, groggy and confused as he woke from his supposed slumber but was instead greeted with a whole new world.
The first thing that sprung to mind was if he was dead... so like any sane individual, he pricked his finger... and that was enough to tell him he was still there. There were a few more individuals he recognized sprawled out across the plaza, some systematically organized with their backs against the walls... but for the most part, they were alive.
And he? He was still bitter. Ambrose kept moving forward, leaving a part of him behind as he started his new life in what many called Traverse Town. Situating himself within the Third District, Ambrose isolated himself from the rest of the town, becoming a sort of repairman for Traverse Town; from time to time he would have something to sell, but not that often. For the most part, he has managed to shape his shop in a way that looks familiar to him and yet contrasts the whole town with brass coloration and pipes jutting out, leading to somewhere else in the shop. Despite him being the only person living there, he has five rooms built in total there.
Over time, four years have passed and the bespectacled young man has learned myriads of things about this place, that Ghoul's are actually known as Heartless, and a thing known as the Darkness was the reason his world was consumed... and that this town is a dump.
Seriously.
Physical: Strike Raid (Basic : Physical): Throw your Wrench at the enemy, and stun some foes.
Wishing Edge (Basic : Physical): Strike a single enemy with your Gauntlet or Wrench three times with a single jumping attack.
Magical: Stopra (Basic : N/A): Utilize your Gauntlet to manipulate time to bring surrounding enemies' movement to a complete halt for six seconds.
Shotlocks: N/A
Command Styles: N/A
Notes: - Despises being called Rose by most people.
- Actually likes eating Wrugrans(maggot-looking creatures from his home realm that are the size of two human heads; when cooked, they have no taste and smell like rotting fish; he claims they're full of nutrients).
- Sometimes refers to Heartless as Ghouls.
