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THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

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THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

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THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

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THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Clive:

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Ye ol' Cowpoke

^{"Partner' it'd be a darn shame to ruin a nice day, I reckon' you should mosey on."}

Full Name: Clive Alexander Michel
Age: 27
Place of Birth: Texas (United States of America)

Physical Description: Clive's most distinguishing feature is the russet hair he often hides under the brim of a wide hat, it tumbles down his face sometimes so he slicks it back mullet style.

Clive is tall, well-built and broad-shouldered at about 5'11", his arms are toned and tanned from outdoor labor. He's no skinny farmhand, weighing at least 180lbs the country boy isn't weak-kneed at all. Clive's rugged face is covered with freckles, and a pair of bright sea-green eyes peer out from the mop of hair on his head.

As a farmhand, he prefers to wear lighter clothes or merely a tank-top when working outdoors and at most a loosely fitting buttoned shirt if there is a nip in the air maybe a pair of sturdy gloves and of course a wide-brimmed hat to keep the sun out of his eyes.

Personality: Clive's 'As stubborn and hardheaded as an ass, but as hardworking a reliable son-of-a-bitch can be.' as people who know him often say. And they wouldn't be wrong, anyone whose come to know Clive would agree that he is a stubborn man. He's also an honest man, won't lie or mince words to save his life and more often than not will say what's on his mind even if it comes out sounding rude or opinionated.

Clive is a hardworker, and respects those who pull their own weight instead of letting others do their job for them, he hates layabouts and will put people in their place if they slack off or make excuses. As a kid growing up in rural Texas, most folk knew each other and most outsiders were eyed with suspicion, people were still opinionated with their views on faith or the color of someones skin but Clive wasn't that sort.

He lives and let lives, not giving a hoot who you are or what you look like as long as you aren't causing him or anyone else harm, or being a lazy piece of shit, he'd treat anyone as a friend before they weren't. Clive enjoys being outside, working with his hands getting down and dirty if he has to, makes him feel alive. Other than work he doesn't have many hobbies, maybe careing for the animals and exercise counts as a hobby?

Brief Background: Born and raised in a small rural town in east-texas, where the people in the fringes of town worked the plow and field. Everyone knew everyone and people who were strangers most often were met with prejudice or suspicion.

People lived simple lives, went to church and worked their fingers to the bone in order to make a living. Clive was no different from anyone else, just a young man working the farm his family worked for generations. Died one hot summer, working the fields. Suffered a pretty bad sunstroke, exhaustion from stubbornly working in poor conditions too single-minded to cease his labor.

Adventuring Class: Commoner

Gear/Equipment:

• Set of common clothing, including a wide-brimmed hat with a set of sturdy work boots and leather gloves.
• Shovel.
• Burlap satchel, containing dried meats and bread.

Special Gear/Equipment:

• A pair of cured-leather armlets; imbued with some sort of protective enchantment that infers the wearer physical protection in a fight with an invisible barrier of magic.

Skills/Abilities: Clive ain't special, he don't cast no fancy spells or pray for divine protection or nothing. But he's strong, hale and hearty. Clive's got a mean left-hook and can use what he's got on hand to defend himself, like a shovel or a pickaxe. He can go for long periods of grueling labor without tiring, and endure through the pain.

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Experience: 7/20 EXP (LVL UP PENDING)
Location: Detroit
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Raiden's @XoXKieroBombXoX, Geralt's @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN, Blazermate & Susie's @Archmage MC and Tora & Poppi's @Lugubrious}

With an exasperated sigh, Benedict shook his head as he stepped over rubble and scattered ash of whomsoever was unlucky enough to have fallen in battle. Leaning on his cane, the old tactician looked a bit tired as he traversed the ruined construction site though with Benedict it was hard to tell.

His ears rang, the close proximity to explosions and other such hazardous things being as hazardous to one's hearing as their literal being alas Benedict could only remove his silver-rimmed spectacles, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he collected himself for a moment. The DespORhado, at least what he knew of the group was that they often affiliated themselves with less-than-savory types though that was as much as Benedict was aware of. They weren't a group to be trifled with, Khamsin's handiwork was enough to reinforce that idea. Dusting the ash from his trousers, Benedict caught a glimpse of faint light flittering here and there amongst the debris. Kneeling closer to a spectral globe depicting a masked man, it was fascinating to a man of intellect like himself. Magic was not something so taboo to him though he'd never dealt with things as fantastical where he came from. Technology, though a wonder to a medieval man was nothing compared to the supernatural which Benedict was one to scoff at such things.

Though, this revelation could wait as the others gathered up in the ruined site looking worse for wear than himself and far dirtier too.

Benedict made his way over, a frown upon his scruffy face as he watched the hulking cybernetic warrior stomp off "A likely mistake," the Turk remarked, adjusting his spectacles as he faced Giovanna catching the tail-end of the conversation as he came over "Are we really in a good position to scout out these 'DespORhado'?" Benedict motioned to the others, who unlike himself looked worn from battle.

"I've no inkling of what might have transpired between our cybernetic soldier here and this group but I can only assume it was less than favorable for him. Besides I am in no way sure our friends in Public Security aren't already sending agents to investigate here, you miss Giovanna are still a wanted criminal." he finished with a questioning arch of an eyebrow, as if he thought she had forgotten she was wanted by the government.

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@Lugubrious No worries, it's been one of those weeks. Tomorrow I gotta clean my living room cause the dogs had an accident but I'll see about posting. I'll assume Raiden and Benedict ran off, or something? Just for context y'know.

Addendum: Oh silly me nevermind.