[OOC] Pariah Online: Prologue [ closed ]

[Gowi]

@TheMinorFall

If all is amended then you are probably good to go. Narc?

[NarcissisticPotato]

@Gowi
@TheMinorFall

_{I need to get my biography done, my benchmarking and my virtual history. I'm fucked! ;-;}



I mean yeah! It looks good! c:

[Turboshitter]

Here's my WIP. Not done yet at all, but I wanna get this out here before I get completely left behind :P

Beast Tamer Nura

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N U R A R I /// N U R A

"Why are there so many colors that I can't see?"

O V E R V I E W

_{N A M E}

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Nurari Mori

_{A V A T A R}

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Nura

_{A G E}

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16

_{G E N D E R}

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Male

_{V I S A G E}

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Nura is an average-looking boy of an average height with an average face. With his slightly androgynous build, you'd be forgiven for thinking he was a girl at a distance, though that is an illusion that fades quickly. He most often dresses how he looks: plainly and inoffensively. No bright colors, no slogan t-shirts, nothing to attract attention or bait the eye. Everything about his appearance seems calculated to arouse absolutely zero interest.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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The first thing you'd ever notice about Nura is that he's a remarkably pleasant and well-mannered young man. Always polite and always friendly, he comes across as the kind of guy who must be liked by everyone.

But, assuming you pay more attention to him than that, deeper observation will yield one very interesting and quite possibly astonishing fact about Nura. Nothing he says or does has any substance to it at all. Every action, every word out of his mouth, comes across as little more than small talk, something to fill the gaps inbetween and move him smoothly from conversation to conversation. Nothing he says is ever personal or contains the slightest bit of genuine warmth or emotion.

In real life, this facade is seemingly unbreakable, and even when confronted with this odd behavior, Nura will deny it and deflect any further probing attempts. In Pariah, he lets down his guard a little. And when you scrape away all the caked-on layers of idle talk and meaningless pleasantries, what you'll find is a shy but dangerously intelligent young man, something that retains the basic shape of what was shown to you on the outside but now reveals astonishing new angles and colors.

In direct opposition to his own nature, Nura is always capable of telling when someone else is lying, even when they're not aware of it themselves, and his words bite and cut with sharp insight. Wise beyond his years, Nura can seemingly say awful things without malice or even the intent to harm, just by vocalizing the hard truths inside people that most don't want to acknowledge. When he does intend harm, his words cut people down like weeds, and it is for that reason that he remains so quiet and detached.

But when allowed to truly express himself, most who can stick with him find Nura to be a very insightful, intelligent, and deeply kind-hearted person who enjoys sarcasm and wordplay and who doesn't hold anything back when talking to you. Sadly, because of his quirks and his... unique perspective, most fail to see this about him and simply mistake him for either a completely uninteresting person or a manipulative, heartless git.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

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Some people's misfortunes only begin at the height of their lives, when all the "good days" are behind them and only disappointment remains. Some are less lucky, and have to face the world for what it is as children, abandoning the happy delusions allowed to others their age in order to survive. But very few are born into the world having never known those comforting illusions at all. As a child, Nura learned quickly that he'd been born with a unique ability. He could always tell when someone was lying.

At first it was cute. A fun little game he played with everyone to show off what a smart little boy he was. Words from the mouth of a babe can nary harm a soul. But as he grew older, the joke became less and less funny.

Due to his gifts and his frankly frightening intelligence, Nura could always see things about other people that they'd rather keep concealed. Lies were revealed around him, deceptions uncovered. Relationships crumbled around him. His own father left their family. People found his behavior profoundly unsettling, and his words disturbing. For all he looked like it, Nura never acted like a child. Where most kids his age worried about birthdays and schoolwork, Nura contemplated human nature and questioned current environmental policy. He saw through relationships on a level many adults couldn't, and always spoke the truth, no matter how harsh it seemed.

But for all this troubling behavior and intelligence packed tight in so small a head, Nura was still, at heart, a normal child, something that many people often forgot. He learned quickly the effect he had on people with just his words, and while he didn't understand why what seemed so obvious to him upset them so, it upset him to see people so distraught because of things he'd said or done. And so, not wanting to hurt the people around him any further, he decided to withdraw, becoming isolated but open. Close enough to drift by unnoticed as he hid behind a mask and a fake smile, but distant enough to never touch or be touched by anyone.

It wasn't that he thought no one understood him. No, not at all. He sometimes wondered how many truly did understand him, and out of those how many of them had put any actual effort into it, but the reason for his withdrawal was never so self-absorbed. Rather, he was convinced that he couldn't understand them. The smiles, the gossip, the unrelenting denial and teatime banalities of everyday life and its rituals. He couldn't understand it and he didn't want to. He knew that for some reason he was different. He'd done something wrong, something that hurt people. So the best way to stop doing that was to stop being different. From then on, he'd try as hard as he could to act like everyone else, even if he could never understand the reason why.

Like a man locked in a chinese room, he drifted through junior high and high school simply mimicking acceptable social behavior, doing just enough to satisfy people's curiosity while never being quite friendly or open enough to really let anyone into his life. He smiled and waved, smiled and waved. Then he went home to watch TV, read books, and play videogames. All of his real friends were right there, locked safely behind ink-blot letters and colorful glass where he couldn't hurt them, and they couldn't hurt him. It was better that way.

Eventually when he turned 14 and began experiencing the emotional need to be social that most kids do at that age, he turned to online MMOs. The extra layer of anonymity in online relationships was enough separation to convince him that he wasn't going to hurt anyone with what he said, and most of the time, he didn't care. It was refreshing being in an environment where nothing you said really mattered. Here he could vent his frustrations to (and especially on) people who really didn't give a damn what he said, and who wouldn't be offended by anything he said. It felt... good.

Faking a social life from behind a user interface became the new norm for him, and his growing addiction to MMOs was what led him to Pariah. He was onboard with the total-immersion VR sim as soon as he could afford a module, and learned to spend pretty much all of his time at home plugged in, either exploring the fantasy world for new creatures and landmarks or catching up on homework in the time-dilated environment. That was how he ended up stuck when Pariah turned on everyone.

A T T R I B U T E S

_{R O L E}

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Utility/Support

_{A F F I L A T I O N}

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Drox

_{P R O F E S S I O N}

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Beast Tamer/Shaman

_{W E A P O N O F C H O I C E}

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A fan. More on this later.

_{B E N C H M A R K S}

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WIP.

_{R O U G H V I R T U A L H I S T O R Y}

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WIP.

[Xiro Zean]

Just gonna post this here because I seriously hate looking at the white pages of Microsoft Word.

O C H R E (Maxwell)

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M A X W E L L /// O C H R E

“Not everything needs to happen all at once. Some things just need a little time.”

O V E R V I E W

_{N A M E}

---

Maxwell Castillo

_{A V A T A R}

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Ochre

_{A G E}

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22

_{G E N D E R}

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Male

_{V I S A G E}

---

Ochre can be identified as a lean, Caucasian male, who stands at a relatively average height of 166cm, displaying intriguing jade eyes and raven-black hair. While usually seen in light, leather cloth that boasts a bronze pauldron on the left shoulder, it would not be surprising to see him wrapped within a cloak, equiped with chainmail under scale armor, or donning full platemail while out in the field. His entire figure, despite his current state of movement, seems to be in perpetually sedated position, as if the state of affairs in the immediate world around him are merely just another second in time.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

---

Ochre is slow.

That is not an insult to his intelligence, despite the popular belief that he is mentally impaired as well. No, the description is used to describe him as a person. Everything he does, despite its true speed, seems downplayed in comparison to the actions of others. If a line of people moved at an equal pace, with the same tempo and in a perfectly straight line, the drill sergeant composing the practice would shout at him to pick up his pace. It is an almost instinctual reaction to his presence, to the lethargic air that seems to encompass his sphere of influence. Even in combat, as he moves throughout the field, setting traps on the fly and slicing at foes as quickly as any fighter, his allies have frequently noted that the man works less than the rest of them. It befuddles everyone around him, even those who are knowledgeable of his passionate side, of the man who would go far and beyond the call of duty to get a job done. If it wasn't for his similarly fervent attachment to the bonds between others, a close friend would think him more suited for Draethir than Queon.

This unhurried nature spreads to his mannerisms as well, having no sense of the word "Quickness" in his consistency of arriving late to every sort of function or meeting. Any person who knows of him understand to give him the time of a meeting up to thirty minutes earlier than the designated, as to make sure he shows up on time. Something to note about him is his patience, and while it may strengthen the idea of his unnatural sluggishness, it is probably one of the main reasons for his success in Pariah. Minutes, Hours, and once, even Days, he is capable of waiting out the perfect circumstance, springing a trap when the most optimal situation may appear. During special occasions, however, one would be amazed at the speed of his momentum, taking him from point A to point B in record time for the sake of his companions. But, as fitting of a Sikth, this sort of behavior is seen rarely, to the point where his closest friends may comment that "a blue moon is more common than seeing Ochre move quickly".

Any who are capable of seeing past such idiosyncrasies would find a young man capable of extraordinary compassion, taking to heart any sort of problems a person may have and seeking to make it right, even complete strangers. Anger is not a word in his vocabulary, accompanying "Haste" in the mental garbage bin, though irritation is very likely to be present within a situation that isn't solved within the first few tries. Any mistakes or issues with his own person are corrected almost immediately, though retaining his amendments may take a few weeks. The only exception to this is his own skills, and a one track mind is set on developing the strongest set of armor in Pariah. While he is still far from reaching that goal, he gains another step closer everyday.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

---

Honestly, there's not much to say about his life. He lives in a modest apartment, graduated with a college degree in the past year, and even more recently found an internship as a business associate. His only sibling, his sister, is going through her freshman year in a university, sending him postcards from her little corner of the world. His parents, happy for his accomplishments, drive to see him every month to catch up, enjoy each others company, and generally live life in a joyous manner.

However, a few months ago, his sibling sent him a package instead of an envelope. Curious, he opened the container to find a copy of the latest hit "game", Pariah, and the regular postcard he usually received. Apparently, his parents and his sister had pooled money together in order to give him a congratulatory gift for his currently progressing life. Having forgotten to buy one for him on the day itself, it was agreed to procure a present more opulent than they otherwise would have. Touched by the gesture, he started up the program only minutes after receiving it.

He remembered to thank them for the gift a week later with a surprise visit to his sibling, and a big hug to his parents when they came for their routine visit to his home.

A T T R I B U T E S

_{R O L E}

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DPS/ Support

_{A F F I L A T I O N}

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Sikth

_{P R O F E S S I O N}

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Scavenger

_{W E A P O N O F C H O I C E}

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Griffzungenschwert, though the use of a Hammer cannot be unfounded

_{B E N C H M A R K S}

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Physical

Exploit Armor Weakness - Many foes have some sort of armor equipped onto their person within the world of Pariah. Metals, scales, shells, all sorts of protection that may deflect or mitigate the extent of injuries created by attacks. Having created a variety of armors himself, Ochre has used his experience to innately pinpoint the flaws within the protective coverings of his enemies, taking advantage of openings and cracks that naturally occur, or even those created by wear and tear to harm the more malleable, fragile flesh underneath.

Magical Trap Creation - Gathering materials from the creatures of Pariah is quite vexing, as combat with monsters and beasts may unintentionally render such elements useless, marred by cuts, fractures, and other sorts of disfigurement. As such, Ochre has taken measures in order to keep his targets as closest to completely intact as possible, delaying the activation times of debilitating spells that cause afflictions capable of incapacitating targets, such as momentarily restricting movement via paralytic sparks, plagues of vertigo and blinding flares, or slow-acting poisons useful for steadily draining a monster of its energy. Through practice, he has gained the ability to "set" such spells at designated locations, and granting them the ability to be remotely activated by special conditions, such as proximity or pressure.

Second Skin - As Ochre crafted more, and more, and more varieties of armor and attire, he slowly became used to each individual style, the contours and shape of each becoming as familiar as an old friend. As a result, he is able to move unrestrained in any sort of armor, from the lightest cloak to the heaviest platemail.

Mental

Optimal Decortication - Hunting monsters and beasts within the world of Pariah is commonplace, the corpses of the fallen creatures holding unrefined treasures that are just waiting to be put to use. Noting this aspect through his own musings, Ochre has developed the precise talent of extracting materials from the corpses of monsters, selling the procured components for money from fellow merchants, or making use of them for his own desires.

Proficient Leatherworking - Through his natural routine of skinning the creatures that fall in battle, Ochre accumulated a surplus of pelts and hides from multiple species of beast and monster. To keep his efforts from falling to the way side, Ochre has matured for himself the facility of crafting leather instruments from the materials he collects. From clothing, to decorations, to actual musical instruments, Ochre has developed his art to a fine point, capable of creating a multitude of products for both his business, and for himself.

Competent Blacksmithing - While harder to come across than pelts, metal is a commodity common within caves and dungeons. Being an adventurer as well as a merchant, Ochre was able to come into possession of such materials from the areas he visited, and monsters defeated. Supplementing his Leatherworking skills, Ochre expounded on his craftsmanship, molding and striking metal into equipment and trinkets as well as he sew leather.

Adept Armorsmithing - Protection is key within the world of Pariah. When an enemy is more nimble, stronger, smarter, and generally a better combatant than another, the only way the underdog would be able to win is by the state of his equipment. Specifically, his armor. After developing his skills in shaping cloth and metal, Ochre was able to use such talents in the development of protective equipment, ranging from light, heavy, and even domestic pieces of attire. While not as efficient as the enchanted apparatuses rewarded through high-level dungeoneering, his works are a cut above the average.

Traveling Salesman - Taking the phrase “off the beaten path” literally, Ochre has become a well-versed salesman in the art of "travel". A vendor no matter where he is, no matter the place, situation or time, due to the fact he is constantly moving and selling his wares in towns throughout the realm. This has given him trade awareness within various provinces as well as an understanding of the various economies of aforementioned provinces, picking up information from the multiple prefectures that others would lack.

_{R O U G H V I R T U A L H I S T O R Y}

---

A peculiarity within the secretive Sikth, the name "Ochre" would have most people outside of the pathos scratching their heads. Who is that? Isn't that the name of a color? Inside, however, many know of the Blacksmith like one would a childhood friend. A numerous amount of those who know his name have some sort of equipment on their person created by the man, each of them vouching for his efficiency and the longevity of his works. A helmet here, an arm guard there, some have entire sets of armor that they could certify were molded by his hands. Although, many who browse his wares wonder how he procures materials for the durable pieces he makes, and are usually surprised by the answer.

He obtains them, himself.

Supporting large raiding parties, accompanying travelers, and sometimes on his own, each and every one of his creations were made with his tireless labor, both with the anvil and with the sword. Many may call him a fanatic, others a man to stick along side. Those who truly know him, and understand his rather unsightly habits... Don't want to deal with his perpetual down tempo.

Edit: FINISHED!

[Xiro Zean]

@Turboshitter
Oh wow, we literally just posted our WIP Character Sheets within a minute of each other XD

[TheMinorFall]

@TheMinorFall

If all is amended then you are probably good to go. Narc?

@Gowi

@NarcissisticPotato

Thank you! I'll put him on the Character page then!

[Thecrash20]

@Gowi

I'll make all corrections by this weekend.

[shylarah]

@TheMinorFall Excellent! And thanks~ Like the fifth mental one. Very nice tactical thing. If I hadn't made a healer, I was considering a tactician. ...Actually considered something like Sini (you met her, she's the kami of war with the intensely colored hair) has in her other rp, where she feel the flow of battle and craft strategies accordingly, but I'm not a good tactician myself so I have trouble playing one. Even though I want to. ^.^ *sits on and waves to your wife* Hi~

Man, this thread is hopping. /REally/ hopping. Out of curiosity, @Gowi, what kind of a post cycle rate are you hoping for?

[PrimalOrigins]

Man, this thread is hopping. /REally/ hopping. Out of curiosity, @Gowi, what kind of a post cycle rate are you hoping for?

@shylarah

Good question, I too would like to know.

[Xiro Zean]

@PrimalOrigins
EVERY FIVE MINUTES, 10000 PARAGRAPHS XD

Nah, but I'm also wondering the same question

[MissCapnCrunch]

All these young characters to prey on take care of!

[Xiro Zean]

Just gonna post this here because I seriously hate looking at the white pages of Microsoft Word.

O C H R E (Maxwell)

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---

M A X W E L L /// O C H R E

“Not everything needs to happen all at once. Some things just need a little time.”

O V E R V I E W

_{N A M E}

---

Maxwell Castillo

_{A V A T A R}

---

Ochre

_{A G E}

---

22

_{G E N D E R}

---

Male

_{V I S A G E}

---

Ochre can be identified as a lean, Caucasian male, who stands at a relatively average height of 166cm, displaying intriguing jade eyes and raven-black hair. While usually seen in light, leather cloth that boasts a bronze pauldron on the left shoulder, it would not be surprising to see him wrapped within a cloak, equiped with chainmail under scale armor, or donning full platemail while out in the field. His entire figure, despite his current state of movement, seems to be in perpetually sedated position, as if the state of affairs in the immediate world around him are merely just another second in time.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

---

Ochre is slow.

That is not an insult to his intelligence, despite the popular belief that he is mentally impaired as well. No, the description is used to describe him as a person. Everything he does, despite its true speed, seems downplayed in comparison to the actions of others. If a line of people moved at an equal pace, with the same tempo and in a perfectly straight line, the drill sergeant composing the practice would shout at him to pick up his pace. It is an almost instinctual reaction to his presence, to the lethargic air that seems to encompass his sphere of influence. Even in combat, as he moves throughout the field, setting traps on the fly and slicing at foes as quickly as any fighter, his allies have frequently noted that the man works less than the rest of them. It befuddles everyone around him, even those who are knowledgeable of his passionate side, of the man who would go far and beyond the call of duty to get a job done. If it wasn't for his similarly fervent attachment to the bonds between others, a close friend would think him more suited for Draethir than Queon.

This unhurried nature spreads to his mannerisms as well, having no sense of the word "Quickness" in his consistency of arriving late to every sort of function or meeting. Any person who knows of him understand to give him the time of a meeting up to thirty minutes earlier than the designated, as to make sure he shows up on time. Something to note about him is his patience, and while it may strengthen the idea of his unnatural sluggishness, it is probably one of the main reasons for his success in Pariah. Minutes, Hours, and once, even Days, he is capable of waiting out the perfect circumstance, springing a trap when the most optimal situation may appear. During special occasions, however, one would be amazed at the speed of his momentum, taking him from point A to point B in record time for the sake of his companions. But, as fitting of a Sikth, this sort of behavior is seen rarely, to the point where his closest friends may comment that "a blue moon is more common than seeing Ochre move quickly".

Any who are capable of seeing past such idiosyncrasies would find a young man capable of extraordinary compassion, taking to heart any sort of problems a person may have and seeking to make it right, even complete strangers. Anger is not a word in his vocabulary, accompanying "Haste" in the mental garbage bin, though irritation is very likely to be present within a situation that isn't solved within the first few tries. Any mistakes or issues with his own person are corrected almost immediately, though retaining his amendments may take a few weeks. The only exception to this is his own skills, and a one track mind is set on developing the strongest set of armor in Pariah. While he is still far from reaching that goal, he gains another step closer everyday.

_{B A C K G R O U N D}

---

Honestly, there's not much to say about his life. He lives in a modest apartment, graduated with a college degree in the past year, and even more recently found an internship as a business associate. His only sibling, his sister, is going through her freshman year in a university, sending him postcards from her little corner of the world. His parents, happy for his accomplishments, drive to see him every month to catch up, enjoy each others company, and generally live life in a joyous manner.

However, a few months ago, his sibling sent him a package instead of an envelope. Curious, he opened the container to find a copy of the latest hit "game", Pariah, and the regular postcard he usually received. Apparently, his parents and his sister had pooled money together in order to give him a congratulatory gift for his currently progressing life. Having forgotten to buy one for him on the day itself, it was agreed to procure a present more opulent than they otherwise would have. Touched by the gesture, he started up the program only minutes after receiving it.

He remembered to thank them for the gift a week later with a surprise visit to his sibling, and a big hug to his parents when they came for their routine visit to his home.

A T T R I B U T E S

_{R O L E}

---

Support

_{A F F I L A T I O N}

---

Sikth

_{P R O F E S S I O N}

---

Armor Merchant / Adventurer

_{W E A P O N O F C H O I C E}

---

Griffzungenschwert, though the use of a Hammer cannot be forgotten, even on the battlefield

_{B E N C H M A R K S}

---

Physical

Exploit Armor Weakness - Many foes have some sort of armor equipped onto their person within the world of Pariah. Metals, scales, shells, all sorts of protection that may deflect or mitigate the extent of injuries created by attacks. Having created a variety of armors himself, Ochre has used his experience to innately pinpoint the flaws within the protective coverings of his enemies, taking advantage of openings and cracks that naturally occur, or even those created by wear and tear to harm the more malleable, fragile flesh underneath.

Magical Trap Creation - Gathering materials from the creatures of Pariah is quite vexing, as combat with monsters and beasts may unintentionally render such elements useless, marred by cuts, fractures, and other sorts of disfigurement. As such, Ochre has taken measures in order to keep his targets as closest to completely intact as possible, delaying the activation times of debilitating spells that cause afflictions capable of incapacitating targets, such as momentarily restricting movement via paralytic sparks, plagues of vertigo and blinding flares, or slow-acting poisons useful for steadily draining a monster of its energy. Through practice, he has gained the ability to "set" such spells at designated locations, and granting them the ability to be remotely activated by special conditions, such as proximity or pressure.

Second Skin - As Ochre crafted more, and more, and more varieties of armor and attire, he slowly became used to each individual style, the contours and shape of each becoming as familiar as an old friend. As a result, he is able to move unrestrained in any sort of armor, from the lightest cloak to the heaviest platemail.

Mental

Optimal Decortication - Hunting monsters and beasts within the world of Pariah is commonplace, the corpses of the fallen creatures holding unrefined treasures that are just waiting to be put to use. Noting this aspect through his own musings, Ochre has developed the precise talent of extracting materials from the corpses of monsters, selling the procured components for money from fellow merchants, or making use of them for his own desires.

Proficient Leatherworking - Through his natural routine of skinning the creatures that fall in battle, Ochre accumulated a surplus of pelts and hides from multiple species of beast and monster. To keep his efforts from falling to the way side, Ochre has matured for himself the facility of crafting leather instruments from the materials he collects. From clothing, to decorations, to actual musical instruments, Ochre has developed his art to a fine point, capable of creating a multitude of products for both his business, and for himself.

Competent Blacksmithing - While harder to come across than pelts, metal is a commodity common within caves and dungeons. Being an adventurer as well as a merchant, Ochre was able to come into possession of such materials from the areas he visited, and monsters defeated. Supplementing his Leatherworking skills, Ochre expounded on his craftsmanship, molding and striking metal into equipment and trinkets as well as he sew leather.

Adept Armorsmithing - Protection is key within the world of Pariah. When an enemy is more nimble, stronger, smarter, and generally a better combatant than another, the only way the underdog would be able to win is by the state of his equipment. Specifically, his armor. After developing his skills in shaping cloth and metal, Ochre was able to use such talents in the development of protective equipment, ranging from light, heavy, and even domestic pieces of attire. While not as efficient as the enchanted apparatuses rewarded through high-level dungeoneering, his works are a cut above the average.

Traveling Salesman - Taking the phrase “off the beaten path” literally, Ochre has become a well-versed salesman in the art of "travel". A vendor no matter where he is, no matter the place, situation or time, due to the fact he is constantly moving and selling his wares in towns throughout the realm. This has given him trade awareness within various provinces as well as an understanding of the various economies of aforementioned provinces, picking up information from the multiple prefectures that others would lack.

_{R O U G H V I R T U A L H I S T O R Y}

---

A peculiarity within the secretive Sikth, the name "Ochre" would have most people outside of the pathos scratching their heads. Who is that? Isn't that the name of a color? Inside, however, many know of the Blacksmith like one would a childhood friend. A numerous amount of those who know his name have some sort of equipment on their person created by the man, each of them vouching for his efficiency and the longevity of his works. A helmet here, an arm guard there, some have entire sets of armor that they could certify were molded by his hands. Although, many who browse his wares wonder how he procures materials for the durable pieces he makes, and are usually surprised by the answer.

He obtains them, himself.

Supporting large raiding parties, accompanying travelers, and sometimes on his own, each and every one of his creations were made with his tireless labor, both with the anvil and with the sword. Many may call him a fanatic, others a man to stick along side. Those who truly know him, and understand his rather unsightly habits... Don't want to deal with his perpetual down tempo.

Edit: FINISHED!

@Xiro Zean

Sort of iffy about my <Rough Virtual History>, but I'm at a loss to how I can expound upon it. Finally done with his sheet, and ready for systematic shredding constructive criticism!

@Gowi @NarcissisticPotato

[Gowi]

Sorry about the delays, I had an incident in the kitchen with some potatoes.

[NarcissisticPotato]

@Xiro Zean
It looks fine to me! The entire character looks fine to be but I'm sure Gowi has some details to go over!

@MissCapnCrunch
Capn is a cougar confirmed

[Turboshitter]

Capn is a cougar confirmed

@NarcissisticPotato

?

[Gowi]

@Xiro Zean

O C H R E (Maxwell)

---

---

M A X W E L L /// O C H R E

“Not everything needs to happen all at once. Some things just need a little time.”

O V E R V I E W

_{N A M E}

---

Maxwell Castillo

_{A V A T A R}

---

Ochre

_{A G E}

---

22

_{G E N D E R}

---

Male

_{V I S A G E}

---

Ochre can be identified as a lean, Caucasian male, who stands at a relatively average height of 166cm, displaying intriguing jade eyes and raven-black hair. While usually seen in light, leather cloth that boasts a bronze pauldron on the left shoulder, it would not be surprising to see him wrapped within a cloak, equiped with chainmail under scale armor, or donning full platemail while out in the field. His entire figure, despite his current state of movement, seems to be in perpetually sedated position, as if the state of affairs in the immediate world around him are merely just another second in time.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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Ochre is slow.

That is not an insult to his intelligence, despite the popular belief that he is mentally impaired as well. No, the description is used to describe him as a person. Everything he does, despite its true speed, seems downplayed in comparison to the actions of others. If a line of people moved at an equal pace, with the same tempo and in a perfectly straight line, the drill sergeant composing the practice would shout at him to pick up his pace. It is an almost instinctual reaction to his presence, to the lethargic air that seems to encompass his sphere of influence. Even in combat, as he moves throughout the field, setting traps on the fly and slicing at foes as quickly as any fighter, his allies have frequently noted that the man works less than the rest of them. It befuddles everyone around him, even those who are knowledgeable of his passionate side, of the man who would go far and beyond the call of duty to get a job done. If it wasn't for his similarly fervent attachment to the bonds between others, a close friend would think him more suited for Draethir than Queon.

This unhurried nature spreads to his mannerisms as well, having no sense of the word "Quickness" in his consistency of arriving late to every sort of function or meeting. Any person who knows of him understand to give him the time of a meeting up to thirty minutes earlier than the designated, as to make sure he shows up on time. Something to note about him is his patience, and while it may strengthen the idea of his unnatural sluggishness, it is probably one of the main reasons for his success in Pariah. Minutes, Hours, and once, even Days, he is capable of waiting out the perfect circumstance, springing a trap when the most optimal situation may appear. During special occasions, however, one would be amazed at the speed of his momentum, taking him from point A to point B in record time for the sake of his companions. But, as fitting of a Sikth, this sort of behavior is seen rarely, to the point where his closest friends may comment that "a blue moon is more common than seeing Ochre move quickly".

Any who are capable of seeing past such idiosyncrasies would find a young man capable of extraordinary compassion, taking to heart any sort of problems a person may have and seeking to make it right, even complete strangers. Anger is not a word in his vocabulary, accompanying "Haste" in the mental garbage bin, though irritation is very likely to be present within a situation that isn't solved within the first few tries. Any mistakes or issues with his own person are corrected almost immediately, though retaining his amendments may take a few weeks. The only exception to this is his own skills, and a one track mind is set on developing the strongest set of armor in Pariah. While he is still far from reaching that goal, he gains another step closer everyday.

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Honestly, there's not much to say about his life. He lives in a modest apartment, graduated with a college degree in the past year, and even more recently found an internship as a business associate. His only sibling, his sister, is going through her freshman year in a university, sending him postcards from her little corner of the world. His parents, happy for his accomplishments, drive to see him every month to catch up, enjoy each others company, and generally live life in a joyous manner.

However, a few months ago, his sibling sent him a package instead of an envelope. Curious, he opened the container to find a copy of the latest hit "game", Pariah, and the regular postcard he usually received. Apparently, his parents and his sister had pooled money together in order to give him a congratulatory gift for his currently progressing life. Having forgotten to buy one for him on the day itself, it was agreed to procure a present more opulent than they otherwise would have. Touched by the gesture, he started up the program only minutes after receiving it.

He remembered to thank them for the gift a week later with a surprise visit to his sibling, and a big hug to his parents when they came for their routine visit to his home.

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Sikth

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Scavenger

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Griffzungenschwert, though the use of a Hammer cannot be unfounded

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Physical

Exploit Armor Weakness - Many foes have some sort of armor equipped onto their person within the world of Pariah. Metals, scales, shells, all sorts of protection that may deflect or mitigate the extent of injuries created by attacks. Having created a variety of armors himself, Ochre has used his experience to innately pinpoint the flaws within the protective coverings of his enemies, taking advantage of openings and cracks that naturally occur, or even those created by wear and tear to harm the more malleable, fragile flesh underneath.

Magical Trap Creation - Gathering materials from the creatures of Pariah is quite vexing, as combat with monsters and beasts may unintentionally render such elements useless, marred by cuts, fractures, and other sorts of disfigurement. As such, Ochre has taken measures in order to keep his targets as closest to completely intact as possible, delaying the activation times of debilitating spells that cause afflictions capable of incapacitating targets, such as momentarily restricting movement via paralytic sparks, plagues of vertigo and blinding flares, or slow-acting poisons useful for steadily draining a monster of its energy. Through practice, he has gained the ability to "set" such spells at designated locations, and granting them the ability to be remotely activated by special conditions, such as proximity or pressure.

Second Skin - As Ochre crafted more, and more, and more varieties of armor and attire, he slowly became used to each individual style, the contours and shape of each becoming as familiar as an old friend. As a result, he is able to move unrestrained in any sort of armor, from the lightest cloak to the heaviest platemail.

Mental

Optimal Decortication - Hunting monsters and beasts within the world of Pariah is commonplace, the corpses of the fallen creatures holding unrefined treasures that are just waiting to be put to use. Noting this aspect through his own musings, Ochre has developed the precise talent of extracting materials from the corpses of monsters, selling the procured components for money from fellow merchants, or making use of them for his own desires.

Proficient Leatherworking - Through his natural routine of skinning the creatures that fall in battle, Ochre accumulated a surplus of pelts and hides from multiple species of beast and monster. To keep his efforts from falling to the way side, Ochre has matured for himself the facility of crafting leather instruments from the materials he collects. From clothing, to decorations, to actual musical instruments, Ochre has developed his art to a fine point, capable of creating a multitude of products for both his business, and for himself.

Competent Blacksmithing - While harder to come across than pelts, metal is a commodity common within caves and dungeons. Being an adventurer as well as a merchant, Ochre was able to come into possession of such materials from the areas he visited, and monsters defeated. Supplementing his Leatherworking skills, Ochre expounded on his craftsmanship, molding and striking metal into equipment and trinkets as well as he sew leather.

Adept Armorsmithing - Protection is key within the world of Pariah. When an enemy is more nimble, stronger, smarter, and generally a better combatant than another, the only way the underdog would be able to win is by the state of his equipment. Specifically, his armor. After developing his skills in shaping cloth and metal, Ochre was able to use such talents in the development of protective equipment, ranging from light, heavy, and even domestic pieces of attire. While not as efficient as the enchanted apparatuses rewarded through high-level dungeoneering, his works are a cut above the average.

Traveling Salesman - Taking the phrase “off the beaten path” literally, Ochre has become a well-versed salesman in the art of "travel". A vendor no matter where he is, no matter the place, situation or time, due to the fact he is constantly moving and selling his wares in towns throughout the realm. This has given him trade awareness within various provinces as well as an understanding of the various economies of aforementioned provinces, picking up information from the multiple prefectures that others would lack.

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A peculiarity within the secretive Sikth, the name "Ochre" would have most people outside of the pathos scratching their heads. Who is that? Isn't that the name of a color? Inside, however, many know of the Blacksmith like one would a childhood friend. A numerous amount of those who know his name have some sort of equipment on their person created by the man, each of them vouching for his efficiency and the longevity of his works. A helmet here, an arm guard there, some have entire sets of armor that they could certify were molded by his hands. Although, many who browse his wares wonder how he procures materials for the durable pieces he makes, and are usually surprised by the answer.

He obtains them, himself.

Supporting large raiding parties, accompanying travelers, and sometimes on his own, each and every one of his creations were made with his tireless labor, both with the anvil and with the sword. Many may call him a fanatic, others a man to stick along side. Those who truly know him, and understand his rather unsightly habits... Don't want to deal with his perpetual down tempo.

Had to attribute character color to the section headers, but that’s about it on the “Gowi is a OCD moron” front. So let's get to the meat of things. This... this might take awhile to read.

Benchmarks: If you are content with lacking a full physical list, no comments here.

Um... it's good? Excellent really. Good to go.

[PrimalOrigins]

Crap, I didn't think of a color. Well Black but I don't think that will works as a color.

[Gowi]

Oh, I should probably note that I will be picking a second auxiliary GM within the next few days.

[shylarah]

@Gowi Did said incident result in fries? Can I have some?

[Gowi]

@Vec

Valery /// Val

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V A L E R Y /// V A L

_{You cant change everything in one night, but one night can change everything.}

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Vᴀʟᴇʀʏ Dʀᴜᴍᴍ

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Vᴀʟ

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Mᴀʟᴇ

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Oᴜᴛꜰɪᴛ Cᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ

^{This is not Valery. I repeat, this is NOT Valery.}

Vᴀʟ sᴛᴀɴᴅs ᴀᴛ 184ᴄᴍ ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɪɢʜs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ 82ᴋɢ. Hɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪs ʟᴇᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪᴛ, ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴜsᴄʟᴇ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs (ᴇɢ. ᴀʙs, ᴀʀᴍs, ʟᴇɢs, ᴄᴀʟᴠᴇs...)

Hᴇ ʜᴀs sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ-ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴜɴᴅʟᴇs ɪɴ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘᴏɴʏᴛᴀɪʟ, ʙᴜsʜʏ ᴇʏᴇʙʀᴏᴡs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴀs ʜɪs ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀɴɢ ʟᴏᴡ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪs ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs. Hɪs ɴᴏsᴇ ɪs ᴅɪsᴛɪɴᴄᴛ; ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀǫᴜɪʟɪɴᴇ sʜᴀᴘᴇ. Hᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ʜᴀs sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴇᴀʀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴇᴀʀʟᴏʙᴇs. Hɪs ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴘs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴜᴍ sɪᴢᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪɴᴇɴᴛ ᴜᴘᴘᴇʀ ʟɪᴘ. Hᴇ ʜᴀs ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪɢʜ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋʙᴏɴᴇs.

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Vᴀʟ ɪs ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs. Iᴛ ɪs ʜɪs ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. Hᴇ ɪs ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀs ʜᴇ's ʜᴀᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ 'ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs', ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅs ᴜᴘ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. Oɴ ᴀ sɪᴅᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ, sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, Vᴀʟ ɪs ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ꜰᴏɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴛᴡᴏ sɪʙʟɪɴɢs.

Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴜᴘ ʙʏ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ, Vᴀʟ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴜsɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴍɪsᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴋɪᴅ. Tʜɪs ʜᴀs ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢʟʏ ᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs ɪɴ ʜɪs ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴡᴏʀᴋᴇʀs' ʙᴏᴏᴋs.

Hɪs ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ɪs ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Aʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇssᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs' sʜᴏᴇs ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ɪs ɪᴍᴍᴇɴsᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛs sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟʏ ᴏɴ. Vᴀʟ ʜᴀs ʏᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪs ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴇᴀʀɴᴇsᴛ...

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Iᴛ's ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ...

Vᴀʟ... ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟɪꜰᴇ. Pᴀsᴛ ᴛᴇɴsᴇ.

A ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ-ᴄʟᴀss ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Sᴛᴀᴛᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴅᴇsᴛ sɪʙʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ, Vᴀʟ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ. Hɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜsʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴜs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴇꜰᴛ Vᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀʙʏsɪᴛ ʜɪs ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ sɪʙʟɪɴɢs, Tɪɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Mɪᴋᴇ. Vᴀʟ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ, ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs ɪɴ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏɴ ʜɪs sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ.

Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏᴛ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ. Tʜᴜs, Vᴀʟ ᴡᴀs ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅʟʏ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀss ʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ. Aᴛ ꜰɪʀsᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀ ᴏʀ sᴏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ "ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ", ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ.

Nᴇᴠᴇʀᴛʜᴇʟᴇss, ʜᴇ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪᴍᴍᴇʀsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢᴀᴍɪɴɢ. Hᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɢᴀᴍɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴛɪᴄʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ɢᴀᴍɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡs. Tʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ Pᴀʀɪᴀʜ. Aᴛ ꜰɪʀsᴛ, Vᴀʟ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏᴜs ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ "ʙʀᴀɪɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀꜰᴀᴄɪɴɢ" sᴛᴜꜰꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴀɢ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇssɪɴɢ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇɴsɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴜɢᴍᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴʟᴇᴀsʜ ɪᴛs ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ.

Vᴀʟᴇʀʏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄʜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇʀs ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴏɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʜᴜɢᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀs ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇᴅ. Hᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ sᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴜɴ ᴏɴ, ʏᴇᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ.

Tʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ, Vᴀʟᴇʀʏ ᴡᴀs ʙᴀʙʏsɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪs sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ Cʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴄᴇ Jᴏɴᴇs, ᴡʜᴏ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ɪɴᴠᴇsᴛɪɢᴀᴛᴏʀ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ Vᴀʟ's ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴜᴘsɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.

Hɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ.

Aᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀss ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀsᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ɢᴀs ᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴀsʜᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴀʀ. Tʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ's SUV ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴘᴜɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛsᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ɪᴛs sɪᴅᴇ. Hɪs ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄᴜʟᴏᴜsʟʏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟɪꜰᴇ-ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇs.

Tʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ꜰɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴏꜰ Pᴀʀɪᴀʜ.

Tʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʀᴏʟʟᴇʀᴄᴏᴀsᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs sɪʙʟɪɴɢs. Wʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴀᴛᴏsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ.

Tʜᴇ sɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀᴡʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ʙᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴅᴇ, ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Mɪᴋᴇ - ᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴅʟᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇɴ - ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs, ᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜsɴᴇss ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɴᴜᴍʙ. Hᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇss ʜᴏᴡ ʜɪs ʟɪꜰᴇ ʜᴀᴅ sᴏ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪsʜ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ. Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴇᴛ.

Sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, Vᴀʟ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴅᴇsᴛ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴀᴛ 18 ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ sᴡᴀᴍᴘᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs. Tʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪʟʟs, ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ʜɪs ᴛᴏ ꜰɪx. Tʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ᴇxᴘᴇɴsᴇs; ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀs ᴜɴᴘʟᴜɢ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟɪꜰᴇ-sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsᴜʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ʀᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ.

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ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ...

ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴀss ᴏꜰꜰ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

Oꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀsᴋ "Bᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs? Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs?"

Aʟʟ ᴏꜰ Vᴀʟ's ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʜᴀᴅ ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜɴɢ, ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜɪs ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ, ʙʏ 3 ʏᴇᴀʀs, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs Uɴᴄʟᴇ. Fᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ, ʜᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ sʜɪᴘ ɪɴsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴜs, ᴡᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀsᴇᴀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ʜᴇʟᴘ Vᴀʟ.

Fᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ, Vᴀʟ's Uɴᴄʟᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ sᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ, ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀs ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴅᴜʀᴇs ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ꜰᴜɴᴇʀᴀʟ, ʏᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ. Fɪɴᴀɴᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ, Vᴀʟ ᴡᴀs ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴ ɪᴄᴇ, ᴀ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀsɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴜɢʜʟʏ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ.

Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Vᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴏᴜᴛ. Hᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴊᴏʙ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs sɪʙʟɪɴɢs ʜᴀᴅ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ.

Tʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀᴇᴅ Pᴀʀɪᴀʜ. Iᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ's ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴀɢᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏ, ᴀs ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ, ᴡᴀs ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴀɴᴛʟʏ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀs ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇᴅ.

Hᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟsᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ 60% ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ, sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ.

Sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴡ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ, Vᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀʏ. Tᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, ᴀ ᴄʜɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴏᴅᴜʟᴇ - ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴜᴛʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴜʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴇɴsɪᴠᴇ - ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ʙᴇᴅ.

Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜɪs ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇs ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ...

A T T R I B U T E S

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Cʟᴏsᴇ Cᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ - DPS

_{A F F I L A T I O N}

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Sɪᴋᴛʜ

_{P R O F E S S I O N}

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Bᴏᴜɴᴛʏ Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀ

_{W E A P O N O F C H O I C E}

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Lᴏɴɢsᴡᴏʀᴅ

_{B E N C H M A R K S}

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• Pʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ

  
  
  • Flesh Like Steel - Val is able to take as much damage as he's able to dish out. He has trained his body in the game, much like how he worked out in reality and has built it up to the point where he has become unaffected by normal attacks (ie. a swing from an average swordsman will not make him kneel immediately, etc). This benchmark allows Val to take numerous blows of internal or external assaults before succumbing to the effects.
  • One-Handed Weapon Proficiency - Just because Val is mainly using swords should not be taken as a sign that he's a pure swordsman. His profession demands from him to be able to wield more than one type of weapon. Swords, daggers, axes, maces or any other type of one-handed weapon is able to take a life when used by Val. This benchmark allows Val to use if not all, most one-handed weapons with some degree of skill and efficiency.
  • Resolute Technique - Great tacticians learn that consistency often trumps potential. Val has also learned this, one way or the other. All his time practicing and fighting with swords has allowed him to reach a certain enlightenment about the use of the sword in a fight. It's not about swift attacks that come and go like the wind, or powerful attacks that rattle your opponent's bones, or even flashy attacks, that confuse and disorient the enemy.
    
    The key point to fighting and winning is always consistency. A steady stream of attacks, fluid and unending, one after the other, allows the opponent little to no chance of fighting back. This benchmark exponentially increases Val's accuracy when fighting with a sword.
  • Ambidexterity - The hardest part to fighting someone of equal skill is catching them off-guard. Val learned of this very early in his travels. To counteract this, with the coin he earned from the bounties, he sought out left-handed sword masters and learned from them how to wield a sword in his off-hand with equal skill.
    This benchmark allows Val to dual wield swords with relative ease.
  • Studious Combatant - It is a know and true fact that running towards a fight without preparation is plain stupid and a quick way to the grave. As such, Val has made it a habit of studying his opponents carefully, gauging their approximate skills and thinking about strategies to defeat them. This benchmark allows Val to discern an enemy's weak points more easily and thus, increasing his efficiency when fighting one on one. (In short, a boost in critical chance)
• Mᴇɴᴛᴀʟ

  
  
  • Dubious Networks - Wanted criminals, like bandits or thieves, never cease to move, lest they want to be hunted down by people like Val. Thus, in order to track down someone, Val had to become familiar with many places and their people. His network of acquaintances, be they lawful or shady, is quite wide-spread, and allows him to gather all sorts of information rather quickly, for the right price.
  • Deft Hands - The art of picking locks is one of the more subtle and skill-intensive things in Val's toolset. It requires a steady hand, a clear mind, as well as the knowledge of a lock's inner workings. Through trial and error, Val is able to pick simple locks, like doors, but struggles with more intricate lock designs.
  • Barricaded Mind - Not once, not twice, not thrice, but four times has Val fallen victim to a magician's mind tricks. All four times, he ended up failing to secure his target and had to escape with injuries. Having had enough, Val visited one of his few magician friends who passed on to him a set of techniques that fortify the mind against illusionary attacks. Although he has yet to fully master the technique, Valery doesn't deny its effectiveness. He can keenly feel the thin layers of magic wrapping his brain and shielding it, should he concentrate a little.
  • Adept Cartographer: Maps are one of the first things Bounty Hunters learn to appreciate. Val has turned this appreciation into a side profession of sorts. Those that might travel with him may find it odd when he suddenly whips out pen and paper and starts drawing random scenery. It's his way of remembering the topography of the place he is visiting so that he can then later accurately draw the maps he uses for his travels, as well as those that he sells.
  • One more for the road! - No matter how much he drinks, he never gets completely drunk to the point of losing all inhibition. The regular meetings with sources on taverns and bars, all the mingling in with the patrons in order to hear rumors or pick up on potential targets, all that comes with drinking. As a result, his tolerance towards alcohol is quite impressive indeed.

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Vᴀʟ ɪs ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ʙᴏᴜɴᴛʏ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ Pᴀʀɪᴀʜ. Rᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ ꜰᴏʟᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢsᴛ ʟᴀᴡ ᴇɴꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴏᴄɪᴇᴛɪᴇs. Hɪs ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘʀᴇᴄᴇᴅᴇs ʜɪᴍ ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀsᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜɪs ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ sᴇᴇᴋs ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ʜɪs ꜰᴏᴇs, ᴡᴇᴀᴋᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪʟʟ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ.

Hᴇ ɪs ᴀʟsᴏ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢsᴛ ʙᴀɴᴅɪᴛ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜᴛʜ ʀᴇɢɪᴏɴs ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴡᴀʏ...

Only one thing I had to correct on the formatting end of things, though the… interesting choice of font will take some getting used to.

...and that's all I really have to say. Outside of the weird font choice and some miffs here and there I see nothing I can really critique without being guilty of nitpicking. So, heh. You came, you saw, and you applied. It's great when I don't have to critique because I can focus on other stuff like the prospective IC!