Post by Taco on Sept 21, 2011 0:06:12 GMT -5
[/u][/center]And There's Nothing Standing In My Way
Name: Taco
Age: Unconfirmed
Gender: Male
Race: Moogle
Home Continent: Golden Plains, Eastern Continent
Class: Melee
Character Alignment: Hero
Class Statistical Bonus: MELEE
I Will Protect The Innocent Life
[/u][/center]Character Personality: Battle hardened, yet ethical. Compassionate, but stern. Taco, being of a particular tribe of Warrior Moogles dwelling in the Easternlands, was amongst one of many to take on the role of an active aggressor during the war against the Gigas simply for the sake of the Warrior's Way, rather, the Way of his Tribe and the honor that comes from battle. Knowing the value of a friend in war, Taco's loyalties stand immovable once set and established. Moreso, once friendships are developed, Taco is overcome with a sense of brotherly protection over those he calls friends.
Despite his size, Taco is by no means frail-hearted or weak. If his pride is insulted, or if he must, he will back down from nothing, especially a fight, and due to the immense amount of power harbored within this small being, some have speculated that he is under the fascination of an entity beyond normal comprehension.
- Quirks
- Seems to always have a toothpick held between his lips.
- Enjoys catching and eating fish.
- Not a heavy sleeper.
- Enjoys teaching people the fighting arts, particularly children.
- Seems to always have a toothpick held between his lips.
- Flaws
- Can often overkill.
- Unless given a good reason, Taco will kill his opponent without remorse.
- Tends to KS.
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Character Appearance: Despite being a Moogle, Taco's body has been conditioned to that of a battle-born warrior, as are most of his specific tribe, and though covered by a layer of thick ash-gray fur, his bodily conditioning is clearly noticeable. In keeping with his tribe's tradition, Taco's body is covered with numerous tattoos and various scars each telling a specific story of his past battles, and, in some cases, war paint that is symbolic for an unrelenting ambition to accomplish "the hunt."
EvenIf It Costs My Life
[/b][/u]Physical Abilities
- Benevolent Earth (Passive) - Taco's attack and defense are naturally bolstered. As such, he enjoys a permanent [+80] boost in Defense.
- Bear Stance (Active) - Taco's attack damage and attack speed is temporarily bolstered for [3] turns during which he is able to execute two attacks in a row per post.
- Damage is increased by [45].
- Damage is increased by [45].
- Last Resort (Active) - Taco cultivates all of his inner strength for [3] turns, converting his defense to attack damage. During these 3 turns, Taco takes [10 + lost defense] extra damage from basic attacks. This does not negate bonus defense granted by armor.
- Force of Nature (Active) - Mustering all of his strength, Taco drives powerful forces downward, creating a shockwave that deals [600 physical dmg + Defense] and knocks back surrounding units 3.048 meters.
- Warrior Spirit (Active) - Taco channels the essence of the Great Spirit for [3] turns, taking [75%] reduced damage, and gaining a speed, defense, and attack damage increase of [25 + current level].
Magical Abilities:
- Raise (Active) [Element: Holy] The Revival of a fallen ally. Incidentally, this spell that is capable of dispatching the Undead.
- Restores life with 25% of total HP.
- Quake (Active) - Taco causes great tremors underneath the feet of the enemy, dealing [150 damage + Int] and temporarily slowing their movement, and possibly stunning, for [1] turn.
- Earth Shield (Active) - Taco surrounds himself, or his allies, with a layer of malleable rock that shields the target for [10% of Taco's max Strength].
Weapons:
- Earthbreaker [+260 Phys +10 per lvl.] [Deals damage equal to 10% of enemies defense rating.] [Element: Earth] - A large (about a foot larger in length then Taco), extremely heavy, club crafted from the wood of the Tree of Ch'pak and shaped with handle and shaft, much like a squared baseball bat though much larger and certainly much wider. Though the weapon itself may seem primitive, it is known to strike fear in the hearts of those who have come to behold just what catastrophes it capable of bringing to the battlefield.
Battle Discipline: Unless fighting amongst allies, Taco is considered to be wild and unruly, though highly skilled nonetheless. In most cases, he will pummel the opposition with a flurry of wanton batterings with the Earthbreaker. Those sensitive to the ethereal energies of the universe have noted subtle tremblings underneath when Taco swings his weapon. When partied, Taco will use his weapon as a shield for his allies along with his immense strength and abilities as means of removing attacking enemy units from his party. Those who have witnessed him fight say that Taco is likened to a wild and enraged bear who takes no hesitation in sundering the opposition quickly and effectively.
Character Accessories:
- Talisman of T'lik Ch'ulh - A small talisman portraying the cycle of life and rebirth.
- Every third turn, Taco regenerates 1% of his max health.
- +20 Bonus HP per level.
- Every third turn, Taco regenerates 1% of his max health.
- Brand of Danes - Not so much an accessory than it is a scar. Nevertheless, it is a symbolic tattoo branded onto Taco's right arm signifying the residence of the Warrior Spirit within him.
- +5 HP per lvl.
- +10 Str. per lvl.
- +20 def.
Summons: -I Stand, Ready - +5 HP per lvl.
Relationships:
- Friends:
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Associated NPCs:
- Ameri
- Aarian
Stat Totals
- HP - [240 +294 +105] (765)
- Mana - [240] (240)
- Faith - [140] (140)
- Phys - [150 +260 +210 +210] (830)
- Int - [140] (140)
- Defense - [140 + 80 +20] (240)
Prologue
There came one night, during the months of the snowfall upon the Golden Plains, a young hume girl, injured at her side by a dagger, and weary from an apparent pursuit against her and she fell upon the land of the Me'sak, that is, Tribe of the Plains; warriors.
She said nothing at first of her pursuers or of the origin of her injury. And though she stayed with the Me'sak for several years, she was yet to be discovered for who she truly was until one fated day when her past decided to regain it's course in her life.
There was, in that village, a young warrior, yet to be marked, and though his place was yet to be the highest, he was regarded among them as one of the strongest and he befriended the young girl to brotherhood. When they came for her, he fought with great courage against them, even to their last man, and though his efforts proved futile, for they took her, it was such an act that brought honor to both himself and his tribe.
-----Chapter 1 - The Ludian Connection-----
It had been five long years since that fated day.
Five long years since he left his tribal lands in search for the young girl, whom he regarded as his sister, gaining very little to follow but the subtle clues weaved into the rumors, gossip, and idle talk of tavern dwellers. Since then he has stopped at nothing to find her and many have been entwined upon his course. In particular, one wandering Moogle and his Hume companion, a young girl of golden hair, both self proclaimed Treasure Hunters.
One day, they came to a place called Zozo.
"No way am I going in there... nu-uh... not in a million years." The Hume girl, though brave in certain situations, lacked the ability to muster courage at-will and thus found herself at a loss despite being with her companions.
"They stole our supplies, kupo." The Moogle, though male and tough-talking, seemed to lack this courage as well.
"So!? We can get more!"
"...Ku... With what money?"
"...Nya... Just what exactly were you two doing anyway?"
"Um.. well.."
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Prior to their standing before this wind torn and uninhabitable structure, seemingly an old mansion, the Moogle and the Hume girl had purchased a sandwich at the local restaurant, quaintly named "The Pickpoket." A discussion as to who was privileged to the larger half quickly escalated into an argument which in turn proved to be a distraction benefiting a trio of local thieves who took advantage and swiped the arguing couple's bag of supplies as they bickered and pulled on the greater half.
"I'm bigger! I get the bigger half!"
"Kupo!! I do most of the work though! And you don't need to get any bigger!"
"Hey! Whats that supposed to mean?!"
"You know what it means!"
"Thats it! Just for that I'm taking the bigger half!"
"No your not! It's mine! Kupo!"
The two continued on for several minutes until a larger hume, a man of a brutish and fearsome appearance, used some choice words to demand their silence. The Moogle, perhaps hearkening to an innate and male instinct to preserve his pride, retorted with choice words of his own in both common speak and Mooglish.
The man stood up as though a great tower that overshadowed the two.
Swiftly, the Moogle was the first to exit through the large wooden doors, and though the Hume girl had no quarrel with this brutish man, she took a nervous, slow, and cautious leave as well. After some moments of searching, the Hume girl found her Moogle companion behind a trash container underneath a tattered cardboard box.
"Did you really just leave me in there?"
"Kupo... you should've ran with me!"
"Really? I've never seen anyone bolt out the door that fast... some brave warrior you are."
"I never said I was a warrior!"
"Sure you did, remember that time in Doma."
"...."
"Well?"
"...Did you get our stuff?"
"What? I thought you got it."
"You mean our stuff is still in there?!"
"...No... it wasn't there before I left."
"There you two are!"
"There you are! Where'd you run off to? We went looking for you but got hungry and-"
"Nyaa... thats not important right now. I just saw some thieves run off with our stuff."
"Our stuff got stolen?!"
"Told you I didn't leave it in there!"
"Well I didn't leave it in there either!"
--
"Kupo. That's not important right now. Lets just get our stuff and get out of this weird town."
"Right!"
There was a silence.
Both the Moogle and the Hume girl looked at the Mes'ak warrior as if casting this burden upon his shoulders. Though for him, this burden was light enough to be considered but a simple effort, or a waste of time. Nevertheless, he lightly, and perhaps even playfully, scoffed at their cowardice and uttered the word "N'ṓbs," his tribe's language, upon approaching the entryway of the condemned mansion.
Politely, and with ease, the Mes'ak warrior pushed the doorway open to reveal within a group of thieves, bandits, overturning the bag of supplies they had recently acquired. Following in suit of the first, the bandits all turned their attention to the Mes'ak warrior and approached him in threat.
"Your a long way from the plains, boy."
They surrounded him. Antagonistic eyes pressed heavily upon the Warrior. These men reeked arrogant in their numbers and in their ignorance. Though they were many, the Warrior was unmoved, unafraid, though he did not bring upon them the first strike.
"What are you doing here?"
"...I came to get my stuff back, nyaa."
"Well too bad. It's ours now. And that funny lookin' fighting log you got on you... that's ours too. Give it here."
"I cant do that."
"Oh really?" Their place around him became closer, "Then I guess we'll just have to take it from you." And they pressed upon him with force and violence, though with greater strength he overtook them and the ground beneath trembled in his wake.
Outside, the sound of crashings, wails, and even the bodies of these thieves, were thrust outward with great force.
"See! Kupo! Told you we'd get our stuff back."
"No you didn't."
"Yes, I did!"
"When?"
Moments had passed and the mansion was quieted. The men who took arms against the Warrior were either dead, unconscious, or writhing in pain.
"Take... take it! Take it all just please...don't kill me!" The bandit crawled across the floor like an animal in desperation for his life. The pain that filled his body muddled him and the strength to continue left him.
"Hey, is everything...o...k?" The Hume girl was struck with awe and disbelief at the site of the utter destruction that a single Moogle Warrior was capable of bringing. There were at least a dozen strewn bodies littering the ground and there seemed to be neither a scratch nor bruise nor ruffled fur on that of the Mes'ak Warrior.
Her Moogle companion entered not long after and, equally stricken, could say nothing at the sight of the fallen bandits, each in pain, unconscious, or dead. Though quickly, he and the Hume girl gathered their belongings, and other such belongings not quite their own, and filled their bag.
"Hmm?"
Something glimmered in the dim light of the old hanging bulb that hung above and that glimmer, itself, hung around the neck of one of these fallen thieves. When he had first beheld such a sight of beauty it hung around the neck of a girl who fell injured upon the land of the Me'sak one night during the months of the snowfall upon the Golden Plains.
Taking it from the body of this thief, the Warrior advanced to the man of whom all strength had left, even to crawl, and took him by the scalp.
"This... where did you get this?" The Warrior lifted this man's head upward, that his eyes might meet the glimmering glow of the pendant that now hung from his right hand.
"I... don't know, man. It was a long time ago." He cringed in agony. Though the wounds had well set, the pain remained as fresh as when they first pressed themselves upon him and even being moved outside of his will proved painful.
"Tell me!" The Warrior pulled on the man's scalp forcefully.
"Ok! Ok..." The man was weak and such movements were likened unto torture. Even in his fearful tremblings and in the subtle breaths of his labor, the wrath of his wounds became aroused and his words were lifted with great strength though low as they may have been, "It... it was... some girl.. she was important some how.. I don't know why.. the people that hired us wouldn't give us the details."
"Who hired you?" His voice was stern, more serious then his previous words, for the resolve in his heart now burned with greater passion for he was closer then he had ever been to finding her now, though she remained far away still.
"...I... I cant tell you.. they'll kill me."
"...Nya! I'll kill you right now if you don't tell me!" Another forceful pull on the man's scalp caused him to groaned loudly in the pain that coursed throughout his entire body as he writhed pitifully where he sat.
"Ludians!" Yet the pain remained as torture to him. Whatever grievous wound was inflicted upon this thief was by no means natural and both he, and the others who had the ill-fate of surviving, knew it. Now lest he suffer an even worse pain, the man bore all unto the Mes'ak Warrior.
"They told us to kidnap the girl and ..and meet them on the road between Kysk and Lyt. They picked her up from there! I don't know anything else! It's the truth!"
"Ludians..." The Mes'ak Warrior released the thief in his hand and contemplated the next course in his path. This was the first major clue he had acquired in 5 years and somehow, someway, he knew these were no lies.
Gathering himself, the Mes'ak Warrior went thus from this place, leaving behind the bodies that so hopelessly attacked him yet taking with him a greater treasure then he could have ever hoped to find in a decadent place such as this.
"Ku... Are we really going to Ludia?... I mean... What if he was lying?"
"He wasn't."
"How can you be so sure. These people are seedy thieves who'll do or say anything to help themselves."
"...If he was lying to me... I would have killed him."
"...Taco, Your one crazy Mogri."
"Where would you be without me?" With a glowing disposition and a hope renewed, Taco, the Mes'ak Warrior went before them now upon a path that he would walk until it's very end and beyond.
He would stop at nothing.
"Hey! I could ask the same thing! Kupo!"
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