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[center][color=#6495ED][h1]Resu
[sub]C Rank
[sup][i]Six Months of Experience[/i][/sup][/sub][/h1][/color][/center]
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[indent][b][u]Magic Abilities[/u][/b]

[indent] [color=#6495ED]Enchant.[/color]

Resu rose from his chair, before removing a hammer from the folds of the small pack he brought with him. It was a craftsman’s tool more than a weapon of war, but the way he gave it a few swings indicated a noticeable heft. Then, with the same amount of force, he smashed the hammer against his head. There was an audible thwack as his head jerked to the side, before slowly, it set back into its original position. Turning his head so the guildmasters could get a better look, he pointed out the area where the hammer had hit. No blood. Not even a bruise. He gave them a thumbs up, before flexing his muscles as well and sprinting on the spot at a rapid pace, as if to pantomime that his magic could affect those physical attributes as well. After a few moments of that, the masked man gave them all a thumbs up, one of the glowing eyeholes flicking off and then on.

Apparently, that was how he winked.[/indent][/indent]


[indent][b][u]Skills and Work Experience[/u][/b]

[indent]The chair scraped against the floorboards as he stood up once more, his tall frame causing slight discomfort as others craned their necks up at him. Rolling his shoulders, the man brought out a board and nails to accompany his hammer this time. Setting it against the back of the chair, he pinched one of the small nails between his fingers, setting it carefully onto the board. Then, he turned his gaze to the guildmasters. Without looking, he delivered a solid thwack and WHAM the nail was slammed into the board in a single blow. Resu repeated this six more times, before offering the board for his interviewers to see. Then he gave them a thumbs up and left the board with them, as if it was supposed to be a souvenir or something.

But wait, there was more! Holding the hammer close to its black iron head, Resu placed it closer to his lips and took an audible breath. A careful pause. Steeling his resolve. And then…

[color=#6495ED]BOOM BRRRRT CHIKA CHIKA ZEEEEEE! CHK CHK CHK BRUUUUUUUH![/color]

Thick, rhythmic beats burst through the room with surprising volume as the masked man made strange, yet hype noises with his mouth (mouthpiece?) pressed against the hammer. The performance lasted another three minutes, before he finished off with an almost perfect imitation of a record-scratch. Then he sat back down and folded his arms, apparently satisfied.[/indent][/indent]


[indent][b][u]Combat Experience[/u][/b]

[indent][color=#6495ED]…[/color]

Resu unfolded his arms, pulling out his beloved hammer a third time, before tapping it a bunch of times against his skull once more, pointing out a certain amount of durability. Then, he shrugged, as if completely exasperated, before he clenched his fist and punched an invisible foe. There was the crisp snap of a clean jab, and apparently, he didn’t find the need to do any more punching. Instead, he raised his index finger, holding it out for a couple of seconds, before sitting down on his chair with a big ‘oomph’.[/indent][/indent]

[indent][b][u]Reasons for Applying[/u][/b]

[indent]Resu tilted his head to the side, before raising his index finger up once again. Then, his middle finger flicked up. Ring finger. Pinky. Thumb. The fingers on his other hand went up sequentially, until all fingers were splayed. They clenched into hard fists once more, and he stood up, unleashing a flurry of blows to a phantom menace, ultimately culminating into a double thumbs up. He rubbed his thumb against his index and middle finger next, before grabbing an invisible bottle and chugging it down while his other hand was wrapped around the shoulders of an imaginary girlfriend.

His left eyehole darkened and then lit up again, before Resu sat himself down, apparently satisfied with telegraphing his shallow intentions.[/indent][/indent]


[indent][b][u]Why Should We Pick You?[/u][/b]

[indent]Resu shrugged nonchalantly, gesticulating vaguely at the area around him, before kicking back and relaxing.[/indent][/indent]
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