ooc: Hay everybody! ^_^
Name: John Dakaruka.
Job: Gunner.
Lv. 9.
EXP: 0
Stat Values:
Vit: 4
Chi: 4
Atk: 4
Def: 4
Int: 4
Spr: 4
Parameters:
HP: 40/40. (With Bloody Shawl)
MP: 40/40.
Atk: 11. (With Flintlock and Mythrill Coating)
Def: 6. (With Bloody Shawl)
Int: 7. (With Mythrill Coating)
Spr: 5. (With Bloody Shawl)
Mov: 2.
Rng: 6. (With Eagle Eye)
Stat Points: 0
Weapon: Flintlock. (Atk+2)
Armor: Bloody Shawl. (Def+2, Spr+1, HP+5)
Accessory: Mythrill Coating. (Atk+2, Int+2)
A-Abilities: Sleep Grenade, Acid Round, Coin Practise, Death from Above, Burst Round.
S-Ability: [Eagle Eye].
R-Ability: [Take Cover!].
Deathblow: Final Judgement. (Fire)
Skill Points: 0
IC: John ran for his life, panting hard as he eventually came to a stop. I'm ... Free... he had made it. Free of that toxic place. He took a deep breath, savouring the taste and smell of fresh air; he had almost forgotten what it was like. He looked down to his hand, a basic, old flintlock pistol laying there. Without it, he'd probably be dead now. That and the fact something was diverting everyones attention away. He looked over, and saw the group of people in front of the prison he had just came from. ah, so that's what's gotten so riled up. What's the old saying, the enemy of my enemy i's my friend? "Common, we gotta get the others." he said low, to [seemingly] no one in particular.
John starts in L-1
Ooc: How's this?
Name: John Dakaruka.
Job: Gunner.
Lv. 9.
EXP: 0
Stat Values:
Vit: 4
Chi: 4
Atk: 4
Def: 4
Int: 4
Spr: 4
Parameters:
HP: 40/40. (With Bloody Shawl)
MP: 40/40.
Atk: 11. (With Flintlock and Mythrill Coating)
Def: 6. (With Bloody Shawl)
Int: 7. (With Mythrill Coating)
Spr: 5. (With Bloody Shawl)
Mov: 2.
Rng: 6. (With Eagle Eye)
Stat Points: 0
Weapon: Flintlock. (Atk+2)
Armor: Bloody Shawl. (Def+2, Spr+1, HP+5)
Accessory: Mythrill Coating. (Atk+2, Int+2)
A-Abilities: Sleep Grenade, Acid Round, Coin Practise, Death from Above, Burst Round.
S-Ability: [Eagle Eye].
R-Ability: [Take Cover!].
Deathblow: Final Judgement. (Fire)
Skill Points: 0
IC: John ran for his life, panting hard as he eventually came to a stop. I'm ... Free... he had made it. Free of that toxic place. He took a deep breath, savouring the taste and smell of fresh air; he had almost forgotten what it was like. He looked down to his hand, a basic, old flintlock pistol laying there. Without it, he'd probably be dead now. That and the fact something was diverting everyones attention away. He looked over, and saw the group of people in front of the prison he had just came from. ah, so that's what's gotten so riled up. What's the old saying, the enemy of my enemy i's my friend? "Common, we gotta get the others." he said low, to [seemingly] no one in particular.
John starts in L-1
Ooc: How's this?
The most dangerous phrase ever uttered in all of minecraftia: "/give honeydew 46 64"
Imaginato disciplinis cognoscere modum; sciam quid et ingenii?
My learning and imagination know no bounds; why should my knowledge and abilities?
Alchemy: [from the Moon to] Scorpio to man to eagle to the phoenix (female) [to the sun] back to Her consciousness outside the box she created.
Imaginato disciplinis cognoscere modum; sciam quid et ingenii?
My learning and imagination know no bounds; why should my knowledge and abilities?
Alchemy: [from the Moon to] Scorpio to man to eagle to the phoenix (female) [to the sun] back to Her consciousness outside the box she created.