Post by art on Feb 11, 2018 20:30:17 GMT
Artimus Oak
Neutral
Neutral
General
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male
Age:
21
Birthday: 01/01
Stats
Class:[/i] HP: 50% Str: 50% Mag: 0% Skl: 50% Spd: 60% Def: 30% Res: 60%
Thief
Level:
1
HP:
14
STR:
3
MAG:
0
SKL:
6
SPD:
10
DEF:
2
RES:
0
Weapon(s) Type and Rank(s):Sword: e
Bane and Boon: Boon: Speed Bane: Health
Personal Growths:
Class Growths:[/i] HP: 0% Str: 10% Mag: 5% Skl: 10% Spd: 20% Def: 0% Res: 20%
Combined Growths:[/i] Hp: 50% Str: 60% Mag: 5% Skl: 60% Spd: 80% Def: 30% Res: 80%
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Appearance
Hair Color: Dark BrownA rather simple outfit that allows Artimus to travel amongst the crowd sort of undetected. Sporting a nie black jacket, followed by a simple black underlining shirt. Well let's just say that everything he wears is black, that way it helps him get around without being detected when it comes to the missions he undertakes... After all, blending in with the darkness is possibly one of the better things to do after all.
Eye Color: Golden Brown
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 230 lbs
Clothing:
About
Profession: Art is basically a gypsy, he walks around to different places, studying how they work. And what exactly he can learn from different areas. Learning how to cook different meals, different dances, different music etc. He makes it a way of living, even if he has to sell his hands as a petty thief at some points. Can't exactly live for free everywhere, so you gotta make a living somehow, and well he's pretty damn good at being a thief for others.Artimus was born in the backwash of Nohrian territory. Nothing but a bunch of brothels, and red light districts had surrounded him. He was one of those one night fun times. And a back alley dumpster child as they referred to children born in the slumps. Perhaps not the best starting life anyone could imagine, but hey it was his. Growing up was a little rough, but it wasn't exactly the tragic stories that you'd hear most people say. He had a place to rest his head, he was raised with the other women within their trade, all of them were equivalent to being his mother.
Alliance: Neutral
Hometown: Macarath
Likes: Traveling, exploration, adventure, spicy foods, new encounters, freedom, books, fighting in arenas for fun, Money.
Dislikes: Laziness, Forgetfulness, being tied down, unable to travel freely, anyone that encroaches into his previous life.
Personality:
Artimus's personality is most comparable to that of a true gypsy. He doesn't take things very seriously, and never really settles down anywhere in the world. He's constantly traveling and getting a new taste for the land. Most often though he's called the wandering giant, and the sleeping mountain mostly because of how little noise he makes. He isn't much of a talker in a sense, but he does love listening to stories from others and will use the minimum amount of voice needed to have them continue telling their stories towards whatever crowd that happened to stumble among their talk.
Along with another quality trait of Art is he loves spicy things, the spicier the better. If it can get his taste buds screaming then it was worth eating in a sense. Mostly because of the winter like areas in which he has grown up in, Art has come to enjoy the time in which he was able to eat spices. It warmed both the body and the soul within the young man. Even though it started when he was but a boy, it carried over with him into adulthood. Something that he isn't afraid of admitting to this day.
Art also loves just sitting down and reading a good book when he has a chance too. It's like a small escape from the reality that he is currently in. He has heard the tales of a place so vibrant and radiant that it produced happiness just from the sights. Something that he has wished to touch and experience for himself one day. Even if it might all be fairy tails from the stories he has read within the books, or the stories told by old passing by gypsy's that traveled the same road as him in their past youths.
Though, even if the young man is interested in stories amongst other things, you can't live on fantasies alone... That's where his bad habits come into play, his sticky fingers. If you can't afford something, then a five finger discount never hurt anyone, did it? At least that is where his beliefs lie in this case, as he has been known to have a serious problem with stealing from others, even if it wasn't very necessary, it was a way to just keep his touch with being able to prove just how fast he actually was when it came down to stealing things.
And, well it never hurt to be paid a higher sum for stealing something back from another individual. A little monopoly he would play with the richer people, they offered him money to get something, but if someone came along and offered a much larger sum... Well then he would be able to play the double agent for a little bit... Or if they wanted someone humiliated in return, he was glad to participate... Perhaps one day he'll stop that, but it made for a good income after all.
Biography:
And the man that he could possibly call father, happened to be the establishment's owner. Though, this was just a child's fantasizing about who his dad could have been. But, Asaigo had actually taken care of Artimus since he was little, treating him like he was family to a certain degree, and a worker on the other. So it was a symbiotic relationship between the two of them. Being as it was, however, Asaigo didn't help Artimus whenever he would screw up, and get the authority after him, especially since he had taken to having some very sticky fingers when younger.
It was all under the pretense of "Teaching ya' how to fend f'er y'erself." But the truth of the matter, it got Asaifo a couple of gold coins, every time he told the authorities were Artimus was hiding. However, it wasn't just for himself, he'd split it with the young lad, a nifty little scam that they had going on. However, by the time Artimus had become a teen, he was tossed into the streets to work on his own, Asaigo telling the young boy that he was grown enough to actually get out there and work instead of freeloading.
But, Artimus didn't want to work, he was still caught up in the fairy tales that the brothel women had told him when he was younger, and the books they had lent him. Perhaps it wasn't the smartest choice, but he believed in them, and even ventured out of town for a while to experience the outside of the village. Well, on his many trips outside of the village, he'd run into various different gypsy that would tell of a nirvana that they had been pursuing, and even stating the freedom they had.
Of course, being a young man, his imagination had run wild, even though the gypsies had been wandering in search of this so-called Nirvana and had failed yet to obtain it, the inspiration of freedom, and being able to simply enjoy life to its fullest was fascinating for someone so young. Now, we won't get into the nitty-gritty details of what happened during those time, but it all eventually led up to Artimus ending up in Macarath, a bustling and lively city that had nearly everything going for it in a sense... Gambling, entertainment areas, and virtually anything your mind could imagine.
It was full of people that had come to the area, to attempt to gamble away their problems, to strike it rich, amongst other things. Just like any lively place, however, there were your local crooks that would attempt to take and steal things from others, either through scams or simply through some sticky fingers. Artimus happened to be the latter, as he was constantly pickpocketing unsuspecting individuals and getting his living that way. Yet he had a simple rule, he wouldn't steal from those that happened to be worse off than him. Even a thief has his honor.
His targets happened to be the crooked merchants that walked the city streets, they rarely ever expected someone to pickpocket their luggage, especially with the multitude of guards that seemed to always be on standby on the local entertainment establishments, but that just made it easier for those skilled at picking locks without leaving evidence behind. Sometimes you wouldn't be so lucky, and someone would catch you in the act, so you had to be quick with your hands, and be quick on your feet. To simply get away, because of the crime for stealing in this city... Well it wasn't pretty.
Other
Status:Single; For Hire.
Pet:None
Additional Notes:None.
Ocean