"Do prepare yourself fair Hunter. There are terrible things in the dark..."
CS Template
Name: (Self-Explanatory.)
Gender: (Same as above.)
Age: (There's no limit to this one. Just know that you're probably going to get killed if you're a ten-year old Hunter.)
Appearance: (Regardless of who your character used to be, you're a Hunter now. Good gear means less time in scrubbing your remains away.)
Magic: (Magic does exist in the World of Wasted Dreams but comes at a price. The only elements that exist include Fire, Blood, and Shadow. Any magic user immediately draws ill omen to their character.)
Weapon: (Your Hunter can carry up to three weapons at a time, ideally a blade, a firearm, and something special. Keep in mind that Iredele is a backwards land so only old century weapons are permitted.)
Personality: (2-3 paragraphs is ideal, but we're not gonna deny you if you can only get one out.)
Bio: (As your Hunter cannot remember their time spent in the real world, their bios can be as vague or detailed as you want. However, all characters must include reference or mention to a hospital in their bio.)
Note: Although Iredele is a town with a Dark Ages setting, your character was plucked away from modern times. Please keep in mind that in the real world, your character is an Average Joe.
Appearance: Akemi is a young looking girl that stands at medium to small height with a light built body, she generally goes around wearing a hooded cloak to hide her inhuman features, resulting from the forceful fusion between her and a dying demonic entity a long time ago.
Magic: Thanks to the demonic blood coursing through her veins, Akemi is able to perform all types magic, though she has a natural talent to handle the elements of fire and blood. Whenever she casts a spell, her eyes will glow with demonic power and her voice will gain a second much lower pitch that's slightly off-sync, making hiding her non-human nature much more difficult. In order to use her fire magic, Akemi carries around several flasks full of highly flammable liquid that ignite instantly when in contact with air thanks to a special trigger made of powdered magnesium and white phosphorus that she buys from a shady alchemist.
Weapon: Apart from her black scimitar, Akemi carries around a concealed dagger that she uses only as a weapon of personal defense. She doesn't have any ranged weapons, trusting on her magic to carry her through any long range engagements. As a very last ditch move, she can also fight unarmed employing both her claw-like nails and a strange kind of martial art that no one else seems to know.
Personality: Akemi is a stoic person that rarely talks when not asked something directly by someone. She carries herself around with an air of aloofness to her actions, though it's actually a way to keep people away from her, as Akemi have already had her share of disappointments when dealing with people.
Her behavior and strange accent make clear that Akemi isn't from any know region of the world, though she lacks any memories regarding her childhood or how she arrived at this place. She tends to move in calculated ways, never spending more energy on any task than it might be needed and always keep a vigilant eye and a sharp ear to whatever is happening around her.
Only two situations are able to affect Akemi's usual persona. When someone really pisses her off (which is generally easily achievable by touching her in places she doesn't like to be touched), in which case she'll assume a very vengeful disposition and won't rest until she has enacted vengeance upon her aggressor. Or, when she's delighting herself in her favorite food, udon noodles along with the dreaded mapo tofu, which is pretty much to only situation that will invoke sight of a smiling Akemi and make her tail swish happily as her body trembles with pleasure after every bite of the hellish spiced food.
Bio: Akemi, like many others, doesn't know much about her past except that she clearly hasn't been born at this place. The only thing that she can recall clearly is having her body all bandaged up and laying on some kind of bed. When she woke she wasn't human anymore, her body had been somehow fused with that of a dying demon, supposedly to save her from death too, though Akemi doesn't know who, or why they did that to her. She has been living on this world for so many time already, her demonic body unchanged by the passage of time, that she has melded in and became a member of the local population and they simply don't care for what her true nature is, thought it's not uncommon for Akemi to run into problems with overeager Hunters that confuse her with the other beings that stalk the shadows of the World of Wasted Dreams. She also no longer has any desire to go back to whatever place she came from, having long since made her peace with the fact that she will never be able to live anywhere else. These days, all that Akemi wants of life is hunt monsters for money and use said money to buy her food and pay for the place where she would be sleeping for the night and once in a while indulge in her hobby, as long as she's able to do this, Akemi sees no use to try and change her life.
Other: Akemi has a very... interesting hobby that she likes to keep as private as possible. She's really into writing poetry (more specifically haiku) into pretty looking paper and then, using said paper to do origami of the most varied shapes. The room that she rents at her usual inn is full of these strange works of art, though Akemi really doesn't like when people peer into her intimacy, so very few people know about that.
Weapon: Longsword with extra long handle Hand Crossbow Throwing knives - often gunpower charged
Personality: At first glance and interaction Jen seems to a refined and graceful person, someone that looks to be akin to royalty that some call the air of ambition. Anyone can agree that the girl is cunning beyond her years, capable of learning almost anything placed before her, however the more one hangs around Jen the more they see her true self... Despite her rather serous looking face Jen is pretty much a child at heart, often trying to come up with jokes and pranks that go against her demeanor, though because of this they come off rather dry or just plain bad. She may fake cry to get her way, or try as it is not very convincing when one says 'sob sob sob' when pretending.
Bio: Light, that is all she remembers from her past life; the blinding whiteness of the hospital as lights streamed overhead was her departure from that world and into the next. When she first arrived within this world she had not even a small memory of a name to put to herself and so she crafted one out of anything she could find important. From important people within the city to famous blacksmiths she gathered and made their names her own. She has now accepted this life oddly fast, strangely content with the change and not even she can explain why.
Magic: Tatsumi has a natural proficiency for Darkness magic, the dangerous nature of the skill perfectly fitting his reckless nature. Despite the risks he relies heavily upon his magic in combat.
Weapon: It is perhaps a stroke of irony, or typecasting, that the first weapon Tatsumi received upon arriving in the World of Wasted Dreams was a katana. He wields the sword as his primary weapon, favoring it greatly over other weapons. When forced to attack from a range Tatsumi does not rely upon conventional weaponry, instead turning to the somewhat dubious magic he wields. Besides his skill with the katana Tatsumi is a skilled martial artist, noted as a practitioner of Muay Thai and Kendo.
Bio:I remember something... it feels so long ago. It's like another life... The Shinai made a harsh thunk as they repeatedly crashed against each other. I can hear that sound so clearly, but everything else feels distant. He knew that the match that happened there was what mattered most to him. Everything else was pointless. Yes... that's what matters. The opponent. The dojo. Nothing else. I remember... wanting a life like that. A life of adventure, where I fought seemingly insurmountable foes... but I won. The thunks sped up, blows of increasing fury meeting each other. But one simple slip up, and it was over. There was no protective gear, was there? Why? After that, everything was fuzzy.
He remembered the blinding white lights of the hospital. Being propelled down the hallway on the gurney. The thumping, throbbing, all-consuming pain in his head. And the blood. The blood was everywhere.
And then Tatsumi woke up. That must've been a dream, nothing about that made sense... Tatsumi wasn't sure where he was, but it felt right. He knew he belonged here.
Personality: Tatsumi is perhaps first noted by those he meets for his sheer amicability. He's very friendly and outgoing, and meets strangers with an unusual eagerness to make friends. He's a natural when it comes to getting along with people, and is bound to make new friends in every locale he visits. He has what could be defined as a 'hero complex', wishing to be seen by those around him as someone strong, someone to admire. He's a paragon of morality, a shameless goody-two-shoes. He's incredibly helpful, willing to lend a hand to those in need, notably a sucker for the 'damsel in distress' stereotype, oft going out of his way to save the girl.
Tatsumi's negative features come in the form of his cocksureness. He's dangerously confident, reckless, and ridiculously cocky. Naturally, this combined with his wont to be a hero leads him to crave adventure and danger. Despite his somewhat 'goofy' attitude Tatsumi is surprisingly bright, perceptive, and calculating. When approaching an enemy clearly out of his league he always endeavors to have a plan to beat the insurmountable odds.
Underneath Tatsumi's shell of cheerfulness even he seems to harbor some sadness: Perhaps some lingering resentment from his time in the world before that of Wasted Dreams...
Appearance: Sinthe stands at the height of six feet and weighs around 200 pounds, he has long snow white hair on his head and eyebrows that stops just past his shoulders, Sinthe has two bright green eyes that sometimes glow, he has light brown skin, he has a small nose on his face and no facial hair on his chin or jawline. Sinthe has a mesomorph build looking like he's at his physical peak with his muscles and strength.
Sinthe wears what he considers to be simple clothing, he wears a black sleeveless martial arts gi uniform with bright white bandages wrapped around his forearms, knuckles and fingers, on his feet he wears simple boots to protect his feet from debris that could be sticking out of the ground.
Magic: Fire
Weapon: I don't need them.
Personality: Sinthe can be a quiet guy who only speaks when he feels obligated to, he's the type of person to call another out on their faults and admit to his own without being a hypocrite, unlike many others he feels weapons are useless and his hands and feet are the most suitable weapons he should use in a fight, but along with his melee only fighting style he uses his magic of fire to add more pain to his punches.
Sinthe isn't the type of person to talk about himself and if asked about where he comes from or where he got the gi from he will instantly say " Don't get too curious about it." Showing that he's very secretive of his past and isn't willing to speak of it in any form no matter how much someone tries to get him to talk about it. But besides the seriousness Sinthe can be friendly towards others he feels aren't harmful towards him and is willing to help people who can't help themselves if they can convince him to help.
Bio:" My past is my own don't worry about it. Unless you wish to be put in a hospital"
Other: The bandages wrapped around his arms are coated in pitch allowing them burn quickly when ignited
Appearance: Stands about 6 feet tall, weighing about 200 lbs.
Magic: Blood
Weapon: -A silver sword and a smaller silver dagger of the same design, but with the name "Ijo Tsuya" engraved upon it.
-A standard-sized crossbow. -Knowledge of alchemy, specifically poisons and oils that are hazardous to people and monsters.
Personality: Ijo is generally a calm and determined person, believing that knowledge is just as powerful a skill as learning how to properly wield a sword. Often times he seems depressed, but that is just his normal personality, and he is in fact quite content with this life. He finds monsters to be fascinating creatures, and pursues methods to aid with killing them. He also is a rather defensive and secretive person who is hesitant to trust, and refuses to remove his mask under most circumstances. Aside from this, he is actually a pretty good therapist...
Bio: Searing pain...bright lights...blurred silhouettes...slurred voices...and then, suddenly, numbness...the pain was gone and the light and voices began to fade. He was dead. But then he opened his eyes...seeing a world of darkness in front of him. Where was he? Who was he? Was it dream? The only answer that the man could seem to find was one name that was imprinted upon the blade he now had. "Ijo Tsuya". Was it his name, or someone else's? Who knows, but he chose to wear it as his own. In this new world he clings to his newfound mask, using it to conceal the rot and decay that comes as a cost for using his blood magic, as he does not want to be mistaken as one of the undead should his symptoms become too severe.
Magic: Unlike other hunters Leo does not employ the use of magic. This is because he is completely incapable of doing so. This in itself is a mystery. Why is he not able to use magic when literally everyone else can?
Weapons: Leo is not your average doctor, what lines the inside of his jacket is not medicine, but poison. Along with his arsenal of homemade concoctions, Leo also wields both a cutlass and a set of flintlock pistols.
Personality: A scholar among the common folk, Leo holds much knowledge that is unknown to the people of the land. Where did he receive such knowledge? This is unknown even to him. Preferring to be alone, Leo often locks himself away from the world in order to focus on his studies. Despite the fact that he dresses as if he was a doctor, Leo has little experience in the field of medicine. What he excels in is chemistry, or what this world would call alchemy. He is a scientist, a mad one at that. Performing experiments that often lead to an explosive conclusion, it is a miracle that no one has lost a limb as a result.
Those that encounter Leo say that he gives off a somewhat mysterious aura. He is weird, to say the least. An odd man who more often than not makes little to no sense. You'd have to be insane to understand what was going on inside of his head. No matter how close to understanding him you seem to get, your only further away then when you first started. No one even knows what he looks like, the mask that he wears to conceal his face has not once came off in front of others. This has caused some to wonder if he is even human. Everything about him is strange, even the way he talks. The way he carries himself is completely foreign, almost as if he didn't belong in this world.
Bio: Leo has no recollection of his past whatsoever, up until recently it was as if he didn't even exist. Despite this, his head is filled with knowledge completely new to this world. Chemical formulas, complex equations, they come to him as if they were second nature. After some time a single memory from prior to his awakening surfaced. The memory was of a blinding light that was followed by complete and utter darkness. It wasn't much, but it was something to go on. This memory confirmed that he did exist and that this all wasn't just a dream.
Other: I'll post a picture of his face when the mask comes off.
Appearance: Brown eyes, brown hair just beyond the shoulder (more often than not, tied back while fighting). Olive skin, 5ft 7 with an athletic build – beyond that, ordinary as ordinary can be.
For equipment, Macey wears thick leather that is especially fortified on her forearms, gloves (which are fingerless, so she can still operate her shotgun), knee pads and back. The armour is lightweight, designed with shock absorption and accidental falls from rooftops in mind. Being quite an acrobatic fighter who likes to be versatile with her surroundings, Macey dislikes armour plating. Magic: None
Weapon: 1) Sawn off shotgun
2) A pair of short spears (meter and a half long, blade and handle combined) with a conical blade. The purpose of these weapons is to pierce monster weak points, rather than as a cutting edge. Only the tip of the weapon is solid iron, meaning it is rather lightweight. The handles are a thick layering of leather and rubber, allowing Macey to block physical attacks with them without fracturing or splintering the handle.
3) Simple iron short sword. Because hey, what hunter is complete without one? This is usually strapped to Macey’s back, unused in a normal fight except to carve away materials from monster parts.
Bio: at 21 years of age and a recent university graduate, Macey lived a fairly standard life for a girl living in London suburbia. Macey remembers that she used to work as a Nurse, and often dreamed of being a doctor. She also used to remember contracting a sickness from one of her patients, and being critically ill for a very, very long time. Everything else – family, and home life, remain a mystery to her after awakening in this strange world. In fact, the only thing she remembers clearly is the time she spent working, and the time she spent ill in the hospital. The last time she fell asleep, she whispered a short prayer… before waking in a monastery in a foreign world.
Personality: During her normal life, Macey normally kept to herself. The most important things to her was her job, her music, and her religion – needless to say, conversation between other people was scarce.
She would rather keep straight forward with people, since she only communicated on a business level. Her most recent illness sucked out all last traces of humour from her personality; although she wouldn’t be described as a cold person, most people find her difficult to approach.
However, Macey’s inquisitive nature on life and her joy in finding out how things work remained intact. She is much rather attracted to “things” rather than “people”, and as such is incredibly perceptive to her surroundings. Her natural understanding of the world was limited to inanimate objects though, as Macey is often a terrible judge of character and cannot seem to read subtle human emotions easily.
Personality: Mu is a fun-loving and a up-beat young man. His most gifted trait is his ability to live life as it comes, never worrying what others think of him and treasuring his own personal values. While others may see him as a simple rogue, he does have some code of personal ethic and will stand for the common people. He feels that fights should be fought fairly and doesn't condone killing innocent bystanders or weak-willed women. He also admires bravery and often feels compelled to stick up for the underdogs.
Mu respects every opponent's strength and never underestimates them in the slightest. In any case, he always reasons with the men's outlook to be more true to themselves. He likes an honest person, and respects he honorable.
Bio: Mu woke up with a startle. He looked around and tried to find out were he was. Being the man that he is he listened to his gut and got up to look around. He did not know who he was or what he was supposed to be doing but went with it anyways thinking that he would find out later. The moment he stood up straight a flash back struck his mind. He could remember bright white lights in some kind of hospital. This did not help him at all, it only posed more questions in his mind. But the most important was "What am I doing in this new world?"
Weapon: A dagger, hatchet, and 50 feet with of thick rope.
Personality: Donny likes to think of himself as a funny guy. Always makes jokes, a big flirt, doesn't take things too seriously. And why should he? Guy is a major slacker too. Too "busy" with his "work", which mostly involves just entertaining himself. While he can have a big drive to do amazing things, he also tends to forget about them in pursuit of something else that catches his eyes. One week he might dedicate himself to be the master, the next he might just want to build something from his imagination. It's hard for him to settle down for one thing.
When it comes to people Donny is, once again, a big flirt. He'd like to make love to women and pretty men. He may even be willing to accompany some burlier men if they seem nice. But Donny doesn't really get emotionally attached to others. He stay friends with them for their bodies and skills, rarely because of "who" they are. Donny himself prefers this as he gets violent and clingy to people he gets emotionally attached to, and know that it's not good for his health if he gets too close to others. To people who are his enemies, Donny does his best to ignore them most of the time. But if you are his enemy you'll know soon, because he won't tolerate you living.
Bio: Donny struggles to remember most of his past life. He knew he had family: a mother and father and at least three siblings. He remembered disappointment for some reason or another. His family stayed together, but it was suffering. Donny thinks this was because of some sort of emotional reason, as he remembered one of his parents or siblings hurting him, but he never ran away. He remembered happier times with complete strangers, playing with them, eating with them, enjoying their company. He doesn't know these people, but he knows they aren't his family and that Donny genuinely enjoyed being with them. A major event he is certain that happened was that he ran away from his family. Because he has no recent memories of any of them, the shadows he knows as his family. He only saw strangers he spent time with, the things they did and what he learned from them. But that all ended when one day, Donny saw a flash of bright light, and remembered being taken to a hospital...
Other: Donny is good at using rope. From tying nearly unbreakable knots to quickly dismantling them, he also is good at throwing things. Combining these two skills together and he could use a lasso with deadly efficiency. He also has a rudimentary knowledge of mechanical engineering, but even he doesn't really know what that means. As far as he can tell though, it helps him remember how locks are made and how to put together things like guns and crossbows. Doesn't remember ever getting into fights before, but he still has the raw strength to swing his weapon really, really hard.
Name: Roless Gender: Male Age: Somewhere around 16 to 19, but, like most of himself, he’s unsure. Appearance: Roless stands at 5’11, with messy brown hair and vibrant amethyst eyes. His skin is of a light tan, and his hands, like the rest of his body, are full of small scars, barely noticeable nicks in his skin. It is most likely due to the nature of his Blood magic that such marks are present, but then again, who knows? He has a sturdy build despite his lankiness as a teenager, and his voice is cheerful, that positivity often accompanied by a sing-song tone. The Hunter carries himself in a lax manner, and prefers wearing long coats despite his habit of accidentally stepping on the ends of that coat.
His steps are announced with the clink of metal against metal.
Magic: Roless uses Blood Magic in a different way than most Hunters. It’s neither a boon to his allies nor a bane to his enemies. Instead, it is fuel in a world where oils are rare and gasoline rarer, a fuel that can be consumed by machines and humans alike. Mechanical weapons roar to life when filled with it, and firearms devoid of ammunition can fire once more, shooting out bullets of hardened blood. These bullets of magic-drenched blood are corrosive to the flesh of unholy monsters, not only penetrating, but also melting. A powerful counter to beings with regenerative capabilities, if enough bullets had been pumped into them.
But what goes around comes around, and Roless is also capable of purifying monster blood to an extent, injecting it into himself to give him the same bestial strength as the beings that he opposes. It’s a dangerous game to play, as the same rot that his blood bullets cause to monsters will start to ail him as well, but…it’s a fun game, isn’t it? He can generally recover from the negative effects of monster blood after half an hour, with the bestial strength lasting him ten minutes per injection. And thus, the ratio is this: each injection gives him 10 minutes of strength and thirty minutes of suffering, as his human blood poisons him. The more blood injected, the stronger he becomes, and the more he suffers.
If only Roless was a masochist. Weapon: Roless carries three weapons with him, two of them being massive enough that it’s an easy testament to his strength.
The first is that is what Roless calls the Hammer. It is a single shot flintlock pistol, one modified to have a frame and barrel strong enough to withstand the recoil of massive bullets. A more accurate description of this would be that of a cannon, powerful enough to turn lesser beings into mush. Though it requires reloading after every shot, it has an extremely potent knockback, and Roless is skilled enough to reload it with one hand regardless. His favorite toy, really, and when combined with his blood magic, it becomes his single most destructive attack, capable of exploding after penetration.
The second is the Rain, an expensive, greedy hand-crank gatling gun with six barrels. Smaller than the mounted variations but still just as deadly, Roless holds it in one hand and cranks it in the other, allowing him to put out 10 rounds per second. As bullets for this particular weapon is rather expensive, he spends most of the monster blood that he harvests into creating bullets of blood for the Rain. Naturally, it wouldn’t have the same corrosive effect as using human blood, but hey, what monster would have time to be happy about that, when ten bullets jam itself into its body every second?
The third is the Harvest, a seven foot spear with a one foot long blade that can fold onto itself to be two feet long for easy travel. While the Hammer and Rain could be considered Roless’s main sources of damage, the Harvest is, put frankly, how he harvests blood to feed his toys. Unlike most spears that have a single blade fixed into the center of the shaft, the Harvest has two blades fixed at either side of a steel compartment placed at the end of the shaft. Top-heavy, and thus, more difficult to swing about until momentum is gained, its true value is seen when a hidden trigger is held at the machine roars to life and the blades spin wildly, turning into saws capable of shearing through flesh and causing grevious, bloody injuries to all those on the opposite end. Though some of that blood is then used to continue to feed the motor, the majority is stored, to be used as steroids or ammunition.
Personality: This Hunter is a happy oddity in the doom and gloom that is the Land of Wasted Dreams. It could be said that he loves his job from top to bottom, from the life-threatening situations that he fights himself out of, to the days spent in the hospital recovering from his injuries, to the times where he lost his mind after too many monster blood injections, to the amount of money he can pile up after a job well done. Roless, regardless of how frightening, disgusting, disturbing, revolting his work is, embraces it fully, with an innocent passion that revolves not around hatred towards the demonspawn lurking in the darkness, but around the thrill of the hunt.
He’s someone to be taken seriously even if his suggestions can become inane. Prone to hatching up nigh-suicidal plans, Roless, to the outsider, would appear to be a fool chasing after his death. But he’s not suicidal, nor has he given up. He’s simply…desperate for simulation. If he thinks too hard about his actions, he’ll start thinking about other things. So he won’t. Roless drowns himself in this image of a jester, relishing in violence, because if he’s not enjoying himself, what else would he be?
So he’ll smile away the shadows, until he forgets that he’s more monster than man now.
Bio: Roless was, like most Hunters, thrust into this broken, two-mooned world with no memories. He knew that he was in a hospital, and knew how weapons worked. He understood the value of money, and held enough knowledge that he could surmise that he was a learned man. But that was the extent of his knowledge, and his emptiness as a human being had shaped much of what Roless was to be. On an instinctual level, he understood that he would have nothing, even if he was to escape from this grimy world, and, on an emotional level, he loved it. He relished the freedoms available to him, and spared no time at all living in the present.
Yet, at night, dreams of peaches and plums, of strands of sunlight, of starlit eyes, those would haunt him with their gentleness.
Battles were the flames that gave him meaning.
But warmth was the poison that made his heart beat. Other: It's quantity, not quality, that matters.
Name: Alto Ganze Gender: Male Age: 23 Appearance: Alto is average height for his age, but he is muscular under his clothes. His outfit is sort of similar to a butler's outfit except he has a vest instead of the jacket thing. You would think it would inconvenience him but it's been specially made as to not impede his movements.
Magic: Alto’s magic is a sort of special kind of blood magic. Its effects are entirely passive, but the cost remains. His blood magic boosts his physical capabilities far beyond normal human limits, allowing him to jump extreme distances and do flips and stuff even while carrying heavy weights. However, once every three days the blood magic deactivates and he experiences large amounts of muscle pains for the whole day.
Weapons: Two Zweihanders and a missing Zweihander
Personality: He acts a lot younger than he really is. Part of the reason is his superhuman physical ability and the other would be his mental state. The whole world sort of feels like a dream to him, and he doesn’t see it as entirely real. But in saying that, he can become quite mature at times, although when he does it’s rather strange.
The best way to describe it would be that he wants to be a purist, pure strength that is. He wants to be physically strong enough to solve all of the world’s problems, but he’s realistic and he knows the limits of strength, and in doing so he discovered his only real fear. That one day he’ll find his limits, and he’ll find something he can’t possibly beat.
Bio: As with everyone else, he has no memory of the modern world or his life before he was in Iredele, except for a few moments before he lost consciousness in a hospital room. He’d been rushed in from nearby, he’d been shot multiple times, and he was holding something extremely heavy.
Next thing he knew, he woke up in a church clutching something that wasn’t there, and there was an old man in front of him. He got used to hunting pretty fast and there wasn’t anything to say about his career until a little bit later, when he lost his first Zweihander. He was fighting a tough beast and to finish it off, he stabbed his Zweihander right into its chest. But he turned around and then turned back, and then it stabbed him and flew off into the sunset with his sword still in it. He’s still looking for that beast, mainly because he wants his Zweihander back, although if you ask him he’ll just say he has nothing better to do. He picked up another two Zweihanders after the incident and started trying to dual wield Zweihanders.
Other: He’s actually unaware that he’s using magic, so he thinks that his enhanced abilities and muscle pain every three days is just something weird that he has.
