Post by Deleted on May 11, 2017 7:15:27 GMT
Arthur “Arti” Reville
Nohr
Nohr
General
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Birthday: April 15
Stats
Class: Mercenary
Level: 1
HP: 17
STR: 5
MAG: 0
SKL: 9 (+2 Boon)
SPD: 6
DEF: 5
RES: 0 (-2 Bane)
Weapon(s) Type and Rank(s): Swords, E
Appearance
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’11
Weight: 185 lbs
Clothing: Arthur typically wears a padded leather blue jerkin with yellow trim. He wears an orange doublet beneath the jerkin for extra protection and layers. He wears a series of leather straps that hold an orange boiled leather pauldron on his right shoulder and connects to the belt on his waist, from which his sword hangs on his left hip. The Nohrian crest is emblazoned in purple on his pauldron. He wears brown leather pants and brown boots.
About
Profession: Soldier
Alliance: Nohr
Hometown: Windmire
Likes: Goofing off, eating, fighting, his mother
Dislikes: Military structure, guard duty, killing
Personality: Arthur is a headstrong and confident young man, oftentimes bordering over into arrogance. He typically doesn’t take anything super seriously, preferring to crack jokes and banter with his opponents unless he’s pushed to a point where he has to keep his focus on sword fighting rather than his comedy routine. His confidence is not entirely unshakeable, however. His father was a soldier before him and left behind shoes Arthur did not want to fill, yet he feels obligated to try and worries that he’ll fail as a fighter and tends to take insults to how he is as a soldier quite personally.
Arthur also finds himself drawn to causing trouble and picking fights. He enjoys the thrill of breaking some rule or another, though never anything truly malicious and worth more than a slap on the wrist and a berating from his mother. He learned his lesson of doing more serious crimes upon being caught and forced to join the military. Due to not wanting to be a soldier in the first place, he detests killing and only holds loyalty to his home country for the sole purpose of collecting his pay and sending it back to his mother.
Biography: Arthur was born to Thomas and Yvonne Reville. His father was a well respected soldier in the Nohrian military and a captain of his own squadron of soldiers, while his mother stayed home to raise their young son. Though, those days were short lived. When Arthur was about eight years old, his father had been hit by an arrow on the battlefield and died before the healers could reach him. The loss weighed heavily on both Arti and his mother, with his mother taking on work as a server in a restaurant to keep bringing in money for her and her son and Arti finding himself wandering the streets and encountering the hooligans of the city more often.
It didn’t take long for Arti to start running with his own band of mischief makers. As the years went by, the small crew worked together causing general havoc and honing their skills with blades in case anything they tried went south and they needed to defend themselves. Occasionally, the city guard caught them and sent them back home, upon which Arti’s mother would talk his ear off for a while about him being a nuisance, but he never did anything bad beyond a few harmless pranks and bruised citizens. That was until he found himself wrapped up in a burglary of a noble. He nearly got away, but was caught by the guards after helping one of his friends get away instead. This incident wasn’t so harmless anymore and was worth jail time, but an old friend of his father’s in the military presented Arti with an alternative that would spare his family’s name and his father’s honor: join the military and serve the sentence fighting for Nohr instead of filling up a jail cell. Without much of a choice, Arti accepted the proposal and found himself a soldier in the Nohrian military.
Other
Status: Single
Pet: A turtle named Roshi
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