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Post by [GM] John on May 16, 2016 17:02:34 GMT
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CHARACTER NAME:NELCHAEL
LEVEL: 1
GUILD: N/A
REAL NAME: CONNER ANDERSON
AGE: 16
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: SINGLE
ETHNICITY: CAUCASIAN
NATIONALITY: BRITISH
FACE CLAIM: KAZUKI KUREBAYASHI // SELECTOR INFECTED WIXOSSAPPEARANCE
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Light
Physique: Lean
Height: 6'0"
Dominant Features: Wild, Messy Hair
Scars/Markings: NonePERSONALITY
Connor is a calm, laid-back individual who tries to get on well with everyone, simply because life is easier that way. He's polite and well-spoken, and tries to keep his voice friendly at all times. With that being said, he doesn't really care about most people, and thus he can seem surprisingly cold-hearted at times. He isn't opposed to making friends; he usually ends up befriending the quiet, shy kids, since he feels like only they can appreciate the peace of content silence. While he's capable of swallowing his pride when necessary, his first instinct has always been to return fire when he feels like he's being humiliated, usually with ample use of mocking sarcasm. He sees this instinct as a weakness, and strives to keep his temper under control as much as possible. He isn't much of a strategist - instead of making detailed plans, he usually gives himself a list of objectives, and relies on his instincts and quick thinking to get what he wants.LIKES
- Rainy Weather
- Libraries
- Nature
- Dogs
- Solitude
- Revolvers
- Panties
DISLIKES
- Mosquitoes
- Crowds
- Loud Places
- Tea
- Jokes About How Brits Only Drink Tea
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LEVEL: 1
EXP: 232/1000
COL: 111
«STATS»
HEALTH: 60
ATTACK: 30 (4% CRIT)
DEFENSE: 35
«ATTRIBUTES»
STRENGTH: 3
AGILITY: 3
DEXTERITY: 2
ENDURANCE: 2
«TALENTS»
«TWO HANDED SWORD MASTERY LV1»: 3/10
«DETECTION MASTERY LV1»: 0/10
«ACROBATICS MASTERY LV1»: 3/10
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 | «LV 1. UNHOLY RETRIBUTION» (2/10) EFFECT:1 SWING AT 100% + ((PERCENT OF HEALTH REMAINING ON TARGET)X2)(COOLDOWN: 2 TURNS + 1 TURN FOR EVERY 25% OF BUFF BEFORE X2) TRIGGER: THE DEFENDER HOLDS THE GREATSWORD'S HILT WITH THEIR RIGHT HAND AND BRACES THE BLADE WITH THEIR LEFT, LETTING IT REST GENTLY ON THE WEAPON. THEIR FEET ARE PLANTED FIRMLY ON THE GROUND AND THEIR LEGS ARE SLIGHTLY SPREAD IN ORDER TO IMPROVE BALANCE. SINCE THE SKILL ACTIVATES THE INSTANT AN ATTACK IS DEFLECTED, IT CAN NEVER BE USED TO STRIKE FIRST. DESCRIPTION: AS THE ENEMY ATTACK IS PARRIED, THE DEFENDER'S GREATSWORD IS COATED IN A DEEP PURPLE GLOW. THE DEFENDER THEN PUSHES THE ENEMY BACK WITH ALL THEIR MIGHT, USUALLY FORCING THEM TO TAKE A SMALL STEP BACK OR AT LEAST STAGGERING THEM, GRABS THE HILT OF THEIR SWORD WITH BOTH HANDS, AND EXECUTES A DEVASTATING OVERHEAD SLASH. IN THE FRACTION OF A SECOND BETWEEN THE PARRY AND THE COUNTERATTACK, THE GREATSWORD'S AURA GROWS MORE INTENSE WITH WAVES OF PURPLE LIGHT RUNNING WILDLY ALONG THE LENGTH OF THE BLADE, MAKING IT LOOK LIKE THE SWORD ITSELF IS GLOWING WITH BARELY-SUPPRESSED BLOODLUST. |
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Connor spent most of his childhood in London, where he lived together with his parents in a small flat. Their lives were perfectly average, and Connor himself liked it that way. He didn't have many friends, choosing instead to spend most of his free time exploring the various libraries of London. However, his parents were never worried; even when he was a child, Connor exuded an aura of quiet independence. When he was eight years old, Connor's mother became sick. By the time he was nine, she was too weak to walk without assistance. Soon after celebrating his tenth birthday, Connor attended his mother's funeral. After his mother's death, his father grew distant. Soon, living in London became too painful for him, his memories of his deceased wife tied inseparably to the city. That was when he decided to leave England for good. Connor and his father moved to Denmark. His mother's death hit Connor hard. Why was he crying? The child wondered. His mother's death was a slow, inevitable one. He knew it was coming. He thought he had made his peace with it. So why couldn't he stop the flow of bitter tears? Eventually, Connor managed to fall back into his old stereotype. He started learning Danish, just so he could go back to his old hobby of library crawling. He never found any friends in Denmark, always too different to fit in, but he didn't care. Why would he? He didn't need them. He had his books. For the next few years, Connor was content.
Connor was never really a gamer, and he didn't care much for technology in general either. However, one of his friends, one of the few he had stayed in contact with after he moved out of London, had somehow managed to convince him to try out the game that promised to revolutionize gaming; that was how Connor became trapped in the world of Sword Art Online. After realizing that he was, in fact, trapped, Connor was faced with a choice. Should he stay on the first floor and hope that eventually, he'd be freed, or should he join the fight? After several days of nervous hesitation, he decided to at least scout out the immediate surroundings of the starting city. That was when he first saw with his own eyes how depraved humans can be when presented with a license to kill. He ended up going further away from the city than he had originally intended. Far enough to reach an area that was almost empty of players. Far enough to be the only one within earshot when she screamed. He followed the sound. He didn't know why; he certainly didn't think of himself as someone with a hero complex. However, the desperate screaming got to him, and he didn't think. He ran. He ran faster than he thought possible. But he wasn't fast enough. When he finally reached the source of the screaming, it was too late. She was dead. He arrived just in time to see her dying body hit the ground and shatter into a sea of polygons, her opponent standing triumphantly above her with his cursor glowing an eerie crimson color. Connor wasn't angry. He wasn't furious. He wasn't about to take a rash action. However, he couldn't just do nothing. He unsheathed his blade. The red player was still weak from his fight with the girl; did he forget to heal himself after the fight? Connor didn't care. He unsheathed his weapon. His health bar was full. He had the element of surprise on his side. He quietly sneaked behind his enemy. And soon, he was the only player left in that particular area of the first floor. After this particular event, Connor chose to avoid other players as much as possible. He knew he couldn't trust them. However, that realization also served to spark a fire in his mind. A fire of resolve. So what if he couldn't rely on the other players? He wasn't weak. He refused to be. He would survive until the end. He would beat the game. One way or another, he would be free. Of that, he was sure.
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