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~Final Fantasy Tactics: Bahamut Rising~

Im still in.

Moon Radics // Book 1 - Shepherds from the Stars

Maybe if something just so happens to kill the others we can continue 1x1
Yeah, we were losing people before we started so I guess it shouldve been expected.

Moon Radics // Book 1 - Shepherds from the Stars

Oh well. We had a good run.

~Final Fantasy Tactics: Bahamut Rising~

Moguri thought for a second on what Li had asked him. Had he known in chocobo rustlers? He couldn't recall any if he had. Honestly, Moguri was best suited for thief-combat because of his dexterity and sleight of hand. He really hadn't established a name for himself as any sort of criminal, and certainly wasn't familiar with any chocobo bandits in Baguba. However, he was just as unfamiliar with Cyril in general. The recent startup of clans had drawn back the airship business in that area. Moguri's first trip had been this one. "I hate to be unhelpful but I can't say that I do. If it was anyone serious though I'm sure we would know who it was, kupo." After speaking to Li, the group boarded Mr. Klauser's wagon and began their journey.

Moguri listened quietly to the others' brief description of their introduction to clan life before beginning his own story. At first he was unsure how to go about explaining his situation, as he could not recall the majority of it. He decided to start at the last place he remembered. "I used to be an airship mechanic, kupo. My last flight I was working on becoming full fledged mechanic. We were flying to Cyril to deliver...something, I don't recall what, but it was important. Next thing I remember was waking up here, injured and...without a crew. I decided to try something different. And here I am, kupo. The last 'kupo' sounded more like a sigh than enthusiasm. As he finished, Moguri placed his head in his hands and let out a quiet "Kuuuupooooo....". His pom pom drooped as he covered his eyes momentarily, partially to wipe away tears, and partially so his fellow adventurers wouldn't see. Unconsciousness had made it an easy thing to forget. But it was much harder, more painful, to remember.

~Final Fantasy Tactics: Bahamut Rising~

Yeah, just been unsure what to post so I was waiting. Will post tonight.

The Mansion of Gluttony: A Survival Horror Roleplay

....Waiting patiently

~Final Fantasy Tactics: Bahamut Rising~

NP. My original post was actually 'see you again' because I thought that we had met prior to this. But then I went back and read your first post saying something along the lines of "strangers banded together for money" and thought that perhaps I was wrong about a prior meeting. Ah. It seems I also misread part of Rogue Colm's post and interpreted it as giving a name to someone who should have already known it. But no worries, it will be changed.

~Final Fantasy Tactics: Bahamut Rising~

Moguri walked eagerly along the pathway to the start of his new adventure, not quite sure whether to sprint, jump for joy, or both. He decided on both. His dark red pom-pom bobbed up and down in rhythm with Moguri's rushed stride, as if frantic to arrive as well. Moguri stopped for a brief time along the way. He gazed up at the castle in the distance, wondering. His wings fluttered in the gentle breeze.

Basking in the rays of a sunny spring day, his mind wandered back to the ships, to the life he had left, as it often did. The memories started out, as usual, as an array of Moguri's happiest moments. His first airship ride, his apprenticeship, and so on. His mind then recalled a name, Rebellious, which left as quickly as it came. He often tried to remember any correlation between the name and how he had woken up miles from home in the city of Cyril, but could never make the connection. It was as if the memories were locked away far out of reach, visible but not attainable, glimpsable but ever elusive. This reminiscence ended the same way, as a frustrated attempt to recall the past. Moguri let out a deep sigh, deciding that it was time to depart from the safety of the sun in favor of the uncertainty of an adventure. After all, if his mind was occupied, the past could not trouble him.

He left then, resuming with the skip-hop-jump enthusiasm that had a moment ago left him. After a short time, Moguri heard voices closing. The distinct speech pattern of a Bangaa was easily identifiable, and two other voices not so easily recognizable. He wondered which of his clan members would be the early birds. As the three figures became clear, he noted the Viera girl, Cici, he believed her name to be, moving towards what could have been the client, as it was likely not a clan member, and their leader, standing seemingly unexcited. He heard the girl call out her name. Cici approached the client eagerly. Upon seeing his soon-to-be companions, Moguri walked excitedly forward until standing in front of the Bangaa. "Moguri here! It's a pleasure to see you again, kupo!"

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Moguri

Name: Moguri Mogi

Age: 14 Hume years, young adult

Gender: Male

Appearance: Moguri stands at 3 feet, rather tall as opposed to most of his kin. He is well muscled for such a small figure, but not bulky. The additional strength makes his speed a force to be reckoned with. His fur is thick, soft, and snow white, apart from blackened swirls that resemble crop circles on his chest and left leg. The fur in these two areas is shorter and coarse. Moguri's wings are a dark black to match his seemingly burned fur. His eyes are a deep chestnut color.

Close as I could find

Job: Thief

Clothing/Armor: Moguri wears a simple leather vest with slight padding for maximum mobility. Over his vest he wears an olive-green colored hooded robe, worn black leather boots, and black pants. Moguri wears a necklace / obsidian pendant given to him by his mother. Supposedly, it has some sort of magical power, though all of Moguri's efforts to unlock it have been absolutely fruitless. He also keeps a small backpack in which his items are carried.



Weapons: Moguri carries an assortment of small knives in various places on his person. All the blades are custom made for his size, meaning they have smaller hilts and are mostly light weight. One is held on each leg inside his pants, each is 6 inches. Another three smaller 5 inch daggers used mostly for throwing are strapped to the topside of his vest for ease of access, underneath his robe. One more longer 'sword', of 9 inches, is positioned on his waist. All are bound by leather and the tips are carefully covered to avoid self-injury.

Throwing Knives

Daggers

Shortsword

Inventory:
In his backpack
2x Sharpening stones
3x Lockpick sets
1x Potion
2x Loaves semi-stale bread
1X Water flask

Attributes:
HP:D
MP:D
ATK:C*
DEF:C**
MAG:D+
RES:C
SPEED:S+**

Abilities: (As named by our wonderful GM)

~Thiefish Roll~ (Tier 1, Physical)
Upon landing from a long fall, the user executes a graceful tuck and roll, mitigating most fall damage from all but the most staggering of heights. Also allows your character to pull off deadly sneak attacks from above by jumping down from rooftops, trees and other high places without hurting or embarrassing themselves.

~Throw Some Shit~ (Tier 1, Physical)
Unlike an untrained, decidedly non-thiefish combatant, your character is capable of throwing items and weapons with astounding accuracy due to lots of practice. Bladed weapons will always land blade-first, javelins and throwing spears will always be on target, and when your character refers to places that are "a stone's throw" away, they're referring to a much longer distance than the average person... because they can throw stuff pretty dang far.

~Disarm~ (Tier 1, Magical)
The user concentrates lightning ether in their fingers and then sends a strong jolt of electricity through whatever they're touching. If the user is touching an opponent's held weapon, the jolt will travel through the weapon and briefly shock the wielder's hand, potentially causing them to drop their weapon from the intense stinging sensation. The jolt can also be transferred to the opponent if the thief has locked blades with them, as the charge will travel through the thief's blade and then into the opponent's weapon. However, if the intended target has a high Defense stat, they are less likely to be disarmed. This spell is also less likely to work if the thief overuses it, as the opponent can ready themselves to receive the shock and potentially be able to hold on to their weapon through the brief pain.

~Scan~ (Tier 2, Magical)
After a moment of preparation, the user channels ether into their eyes, allowing them to temporarily improve their senses and perceive things normally invisible to the naked eye. This includes seeing more clearly in dark or hazy areas, as well as noticing hidden things like concealed weapons, hidden doors, buried treasure, and sneaky snakes lying in wait in the bushes and other such tomfoolery. If your character has a rill rill bad feeling about some stuff it's probably a good idea to scan around. Scan also has uses in combat; scanning another combatant will reveal their highest stat and lowest stat and their job (explained through more subtle and less meta indicators in-story, obviously), and in the case of monsters and beasts, it will reveal their elemental weaknesses (if any).

Personality: Moguri is as most other moogles are: curious, intelligent, and driven. He and his kin are among the smartest of any race and display such traits through innovative solutions to difficult problems. Moguri is loyal to those he calls friend and willing to put his life on the line for others. Despite being protective, he is not bloodthirsty. In fact, Moguri is quite the pacifist and will avoid conflict whenever possible. He is intent on helping others and can often be too trusting. He seems to dislike fire.

Backstory: Moguri's past isn't particularly good or bad. He was raised in Baguba among a city of industry and developement...and moogles. From the moment Moguri saw one he knew what he wanted to be: an airship mechanic. And so, through much of his childhood, he apprenticed under his father, a middling mechanic with a little wealth but nothing close to rich. He had never met his mother, but it was said she was as good a mechanic as father. She had died in a fire less than a year after Moguri was born, a tragic airship accident that cost all the crew their lives. He wished he could remember her, dreamed of it everyday. Yet some things are not meant to be.

After a few years as an apprentice mechanic, Moguri left Baguba to be an assitant on an airship. The Levrange painted on the sides still looked crystal clear in his mind. He enjoyed his new career, worked diligently at it. By the time he was 12 he had seen much of the major cities of the world, learned their ways, and their various crafts. By 13 he was a novice mechanic, moving towards the ultimate goal of one day becoming a master mechanic. Nor was this meant to be.

Just weeks after his 14th birthday, Moguri's new ship, Rebellious, made a cargo run from Baguba to Cyril carrying prestine Moogle flintlock pistols to a growing clan. Moguri remembers very little else. Just a weightlessness, a burning sensation, and waking up in Cyril to find his captain and crew dead. The black fur on Moguri's chest and leg remind him too frequently of the recent accident, an accident he wishes to forget by separating from his past life and career. He wishes now to join a clan and adventure the world, sightseeing and discovering all there is to know.

Wallet: Moguri's wallet contains 78 gil (2 gold, 7 silver, 3 copper) and is in the bottom of his right boot.

Moon Radics // Book 1 - Shepherds from the Stars

The crackshot's wish to travel with a group took Saerena by surprise. His previous lone wolf attitude had almost surely indicated that a companionship was unlikely. Saerena overheard the his orb mention his inability to quickly recover, followed by Marcus's reluctant change in tactics. Though she was unsure who had heard, she figured as much herself. Snipers are bred for long range encounters. A direct charge left them vulnerable. Honestly, Saerena doubted she would've faired much better. "G-got...got anymore room?" Marcus' stuttered as he looked away, obviously unhappy. Upon his request came others from the witch and the samurai, suddenly making the possibility of a strong team very real.

However, Saerena herself was still unsure of splitting into groups. Wouldn't one main force be stronger? But if I had to, she thought, there would be none better than these. The team would be well-balanced and have fewer flaws. Is this right? she asked herself, not quite yet accustomed to receiving an answer. It would be most wise. came the response, seemingly from the air. "So be it." she said aloud.

Saerena sighed as she looked at their faces, beaming after a solid victory (apart from Marcus), though perhaps Theo was just excited to be living in a tent / condo combo. She wondered what she would've been doing now, had all this not happened. The thought erased her uncertainty. "I'm game. What do you think, Theo?" she asked as she smiled at him, "want to team up?