(Just in case anyone was wondering if Sage was completely "there." He values experiences and journeys and fun more than much else, so he's always excited for something new.)
"I've only been called Sage, though I've heard Mr. Winter a few times too many to count."
Male
23
"I'm not really sure how to explain what I'm really like, but I could explain what I think I'm like. I don't talk very often, but when I do my voice is pretty soft, I don't like being loud or aggressive, life is too important, and too very very short to waste on pride or violence. I've been told that my glasses must be tinted rose for me to stay so positive, and that perhaps I think things will turn out ok because I spend more time spaced out or in my head than the real world. My Aunt says that a lot, but I know she just likes teasing me. I like people, children in particular, and I like spend a lot of time babysitting or volunteering at the daycare next door to the flower shop when I'm not working, children understand me a lot better than those my age. Everyone's too busy looking for bad in me to realise that I don't have much, if any." "I guess if I had to sum myself up into one word, it'd be Pollyannaish. Although I don't believe it's illogical to be optimistic or positive, we live in a place so enormous that it's hard to remember that, in the long run, none of this will matter. Everyone will fade from history and memory one day, so I think people should enjoy the fleeting time we have, and just focus on what truly makes you happy."
"I grew up mostly alone, I do have my Aunt, but she's a very busy women so even while I was living with her I only saw her a few times a month. When I was very young, about Two or Three, my mother disappeared, and so I went to live with the only family I knew of, My Aunt. She lived in England, with a mansion of a home but no one to share it with, although the circumstances were less than favourable, we were both very happy to be together. I only remember the faintest smile from my mother, and if Auntie didn't have photos, I'm sure I would have forgotten her face altogether. Because of how wealthy my Aunt was, I was allowed to chose between being tutored from home, or going to a border school. Being the frightened child I was, I chose the former, and my Aunt hired one of the greatest live-in tutors in Europe, Ms. Calcelmo. Ms. Calcelmo taught me all the way through my education, up until I graduated "High-School" at fourteen. Thanks to Ms.Calcelmo I had become the highest scoring student in Kensington. After I graduated, I receiving invitations to a number of Private universities, however my interests weren't focused on following the University life. With permission from my Aunt, I used a small part of my college savings to open a Florist shop in a nearby shopping district. The shop itself was simplistic, vintage, and extremely personal. I was it's only employee, and because of that I formed bonds of Trust with my recurring customers. Then, on one slow day, I saw something strange in the backrooms mirror. It looked like an incredibly familiar smile, but I thought it was a Smudge. When I went to whip it off however, everything went black, and I woke up here, in this beautifully eerie forest."
"I am, or was, a Florist."
"There's no one I know well enough to think that way about."
"I've only been called Sage, though I've heard Mr. Winter a few times too many to count."
Male
23
"I'm not really sure how to explain what I'm really like, but I could explain what I think I'm like. I don't talk very often, but when I do my voice is pretty soft, I don't like being loud or aggressive, life is too important, and too very very short to waste on pride or violence. I've been told that my glasses must be tinted rose for me to stay so positive, and that perhaps I think things will turn out ok because I spend more time spaced out or in my head than the real world. My Aunt says that a lot, but I know she just likes teasing me. I like people, children in particular, and I like spend a lot of time babysitting or volunteering at the daycare next door to the flower shop when I'm not working, children understand me a lot better than those my age. Everyone's too busy looking for bad in me to realise that I don't have much, if any." "I guess if I had to sum myself up into one word, it'd be Pollyannaish. Although I don't believe it's illogical to be optimistic or positive, we live in a place so enormous that it's hard to remember that, in the long run, none of this will matter. Everyone will fade from history and memory one day, so I think people should enjoy the fleeting time we have, and just focus on what truly makes you happy."
"I grew up mostly alone, I do have my Aunt, but she's a very busy women so even while I was living with her I only saw her a few times a month. When I was very young, about Two or Three, my mother disappeared, and so I went to live with the only family I knew of, My Aunt. She lived in England, with a mansion of a home but no one to share it with, although the circumstances were less than favourable, we were both very happy to be together. I only remember the faintest smile from my mother, and if Auntie didn't have photos, I'm sure I would have forgotten her face altogether. Because of how wealthy my Aunt was, I was allowed to chose between being tutored from home, or going to a border school. Being the frightened child I was, I chose the former, and my Aunt hired one of the greatest live-in tutors in Europe, Ms. Calcelmo. Ms. Calcelmo taught me all the way through my education, up until I graduated "High-School" at fourteen. Thanks to Ms.Calcelmo I had become the highest scoring student in Kensington. After I graduated, I receiving invitations to a number of Private universities, however my interests weren't focused on following the University life. With permission from my Aunt, I used a small part of my college savings to open a Florist shop in a nearby shopping district. The shop itself was simplistic, vintage, and extremely personal. I was it's only employee, and because of that I formed bonds of Trust with my recurring customers. Then, on one slow day, I saw something strange in the backrooms mirror. It looked like an incredibly familiar smile, but I thought it was a Smudge. When I went to whip it off however, everything went black, and I woke up here, in this beautifully eerie forest."
"I am, or was, a Florist."
"There's no one I know well enough to think that way about."
Not even close to finished, barely begun to be honest, just wanted to make a placeholder.
And here he is!!
Sage Reece Winter
"I've only been called Sage, though I've heard Mr. Winter a few times too many to count."
Male
23
"I'm not really sure how to explain what I'm really like, but I could explain what I think I'm like. I don't talk very often, but when I do my voice is pretty soft, I don't like being loud or aggressive, life is too important, and too very very short to waste on pride or violence. I've been told that my glasses must be tinted rose for me to stay so positive, and that perhaps I think things will turn out ok because I spend more time spaced out or in my head than the real world. My Aunt says that a lot, but I know she just likes teasing me. I like people, children in particular, and I like spend a lot of time babysitting or volunteering at the daycare next door to the flower shop when I'm not working, children understand me a lot better than those my age. Everyone's too busy looking for bad in me to realise that I don't have much, if any." "I guess if I had to sum myself up into one word, it'd be Pollyannaish. Although I don't believe it's illogical to be optimistic or positive, we live in a place so enormous that it's hard to remember that, in the long run, none of this will matter. Everyone will fade from history and memory one day, so I think people should enjoy the fleeting time we have, and just focus on what truly makes you happy."
"I grew up mostly alone, I do have my Aunt, but she's a very busy women so even while I was living with her I only saw her a few times a month. When I was very young, about Two or Three, my mother disappeared, and so I went to live with the only family I knew of, My Aunt. She lived in England, with a mansion of a home but no one to share it with, although the circumstances were less than favourable, we were both very happy to be together. I only remember the faintest smile from my mother, and if Auntie didn't have photos, I'm sure I would have forgotten her face altogether. Because of how wealthy my Aunt was, I was allowed to chose between being tutored from home, or going to a border school. Being the frightened child I was, I chose the former, and my Aunt hired one of the greatest live-in tutors in Europe, Ms. Calcelmo. Ms. Calcelmo taught me all the way through my education, up until I graduated "High-School" at fourteen. Thanks to Ms.Calcelmo I had become the highest scoring student in Kensington. After I graduated, I receiving invitations to a number of Private universities, however my interests weren't focused on following the University life. With permission from my Aunt, I used a small part of my college savings to open a Florist shop in a nearby shopping district. The shop itself was simplistic, vintage, and extremely personal. I was it's only employee, and because of that I formed bonds of Trust with my recurring customers. Then, on one slow day, I saw something strange in the backrooms mirror. It looked like an incredibly familiar smile, but I thought it was a Smudge. When I went to whip it off however, everything went black, and I woke up here, in this beautifully eerie forest."
"I am, or was, a Florist."
"There's no one I know well enough to think that way about."
I hope you're all still accepting male characters? I was thinking of a gent with a particular fancy for Cheshire, someone just as much of a trickster as him. Hopefully they'd get along
So, there are two ways. HueMan give Alchemist some spells like other mage classes and also add specific alchemist creations too that only they can craft.
Spells: Arcane Bomb (30/Alchemist) - The user throws a potion with condensed arcane in the desired location. It explodes in a powerful blast that deals heavy damage to foes nearby it. 450MP.
Potions: Flask of Immense Fury (30/Alchemist - Creation) - This is a powerful potion that requires (I N G R E D I E N T S G O E S H E R E H U E M A N). When one drinks it, they are gifted unbelievable prowess: Their strength and agility increase by 25 and they are healed by 25% of all damage caused. Lasts 25 seconds.
Flask of Limitless Sight (30/Alchemist - Creation) - This is a powerful potion that requires (I N G R E D I E N T S G O E S H E R E H U E M A N). When one drinks it, they are gifted with unbelievable accuracy: Their agility increase by 50 and their ranged attacks are literally unblockable. Lasts 25 seconds.
Flask of the Potent Mind (30/Alchemist - Creation) - This is a powerful potion that requires (I N G R E D I E N T S G O E S H E R E H U E M A N). When one drinks it, they are gifted with unbelievable magic insight. Their intelligence increase by 40, their 1500MP and they regenerate 150MP every five seconds. Lasts 25 seconds.
Or alchemy becomes something off entirely and just focus on the spells. I don't know how it'll be with this one class.
I think it's really funny that you suggested things for the potion side of Alchemists while I made suggestions for the transmuting side of Alchemists :)))
These are what I suggested
Basic Transmute (1/Mage) - Allows user to transmute objects into another object of similar or lesser value. 100MP.
Similar Transmute (Alchemist) - Allows user to perform a transmutation of objects into another object of the same state of matter. 200 MP.
Organic Transmute (Alchemist) - Allows user to transmute plants/animals. 300 MP.
Advanced Transmute (Alchemist) - Allows user to transmute all objects into any other object. 400 MP.
Living Transmute (Alchemist) - Allows user to Transmute people or Monsters into anything. 500 MP
Hueman has been challenged as king of double posting
Oh, @Ithradine, Hagroden is going to be support exclusive, so other than (at low levels) Blinding of Slowing Enemies, he won't be interacting with them much. Until he gets a subclass he will basically be functioning as healer and grinding to level his botany and linguist skills in preparation for when he hits level 30.
However, once he gets his Subclass, shits gonna get wild. > Enemy monster has been turned into a large chicken. > Enemy sword has been turned into a wooden plank. > Enemy has been poisoned with "LSD," Enemy has become passive and is considering starting a Rasta Band.
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